Tender is the Night

Tender is the night
As soft is the light
That warms my armchair
That I might think there

When I am all alone
It's a quiet zone
Amongst the ticks and hums
A relaxing peace soon comes

It's my time to pause
And ponder on what gnaws
My, how the week has flown!
The most hectic I have known

Through silence I learn
New thoughts to discern
And as though an informant
This moment is important

For I discover
I am not alone
Inside of my book cover
A light to me is shown

And tender is the sight
Of that delicious tree
That each and every night
It's where I want to be