The Night
When finally the night
comes stolling in
on joyful legs,
doling out her silvery significance,
rendering everything magnificent,
and I greet her greedily,
where will you be?
I myself will have front seats:
the tickets are for free.
I'll watch the sky seep
into magic and
the colors of the sea...
I know the spirits will
be soaring to and fro;
my spirit, so imploring,
will soar with them
as they go.
Then the heavenly host
of angels appear, all
tremendously loud,
whereupon the moon
hands out cigars
to the crowd,
he's so proud.
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