Night (Sonnet)

Here is another poem that I wrote for my poetry class:

Mama Nature's breath eases through my room,
filling calmly the space with boon.
weaving best through nightly loom,
twilight wrapped in a crickety tune.

No moon in sight of my glassy view,
only black versus street lamp light.
My mind relaxes in this colorless hue,
when Silence traps all in its quiet might.

At times I lay on velvety green,
pointing toes and fingers at myriad stars.
The endless dark absorbs my being,
listening to Night's soothing moon guitar.

Mama, keep Night longer in your earthly clutch
since your sun mocks all with his burning touch.