long walk at night br the breeze freezes my spirit br the moon warms it up br pulling at my poetic soul br the crickets sing their poems to the night br a million other insects contribute their share br to loosen up the night br for lovers, husbands and wives br while a tide of words too br creeps in all directions in my mental sphere br saturates the poetic bar of the intellect br waiting to be strummed into verses br the rhythm swims along with them br as i write out verse by verse br the moon my friend shares its light br the night wind inspires br lovelorn stars wave all the way br a million light years away br heralding the birth of a song br sparkling, twinkling br guided by intricate orchestration of the night br before gracing the written page br long walk in the night br even the insects with the lamps br start to lend me their lights br between the twinke of the stars br they dance, sing, beat out a dancebr br john tiong chunghoobr br