When the Night Comes--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

When the Night Comes

it's once more

in a wind

I’ll hear

your voice

in a song

with sleepy eyes

I’ll see you

appear

among the stars

inside the lunar lounge

half the way -

for that cup of coffee

where we meet

for when 

the night

comes

by the grace of God

a precious heart

always seems

to stay that way

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra Stefanowich is a self-taught writer. She has been writing off and on since an early age. Most of her writing revolves around what she sees in everyday life, nature and her concerns about mankind. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, animals and photography.