The nights of the evening

For long for the roof of me house

I was a little abbot

Gazing at the distant friends - the dusk, the stars the moon.

Lost here in a foreign land - 

a place that knows no dark

There are no skies lit or dim

But a dark nowhere of shallow whims

Dinner past, seated on grass

A sudden gust and all was dark

And I felt a glee flow in the eye

When through the dreary leaves of heaven -

I caught a glimpse of the sky

There they shone - just like dew on leaves

There it was - my faithful company.

But no end's so sweet like the ones of child

There was soon glow from the petite lights

And they were lost yet again from sight

But deep in me, I knew my friends alright

They still stand as a memoir of thee

We only recall in the tranquil of glee...