Try the night like a warm brandy, drink the stars and weep.
Sweep the shadows, beaches sandy, Atop the churches peak.
An eye of broken green, wandering through a screen,
Perplexed as wise as wisdoms weak.
The love of gentle dreams, seen through the open flames,
To sleep aghast machines, reflecting none the same.
Your mind as peering into vast, eternal time of deep.
The chimes and bells at last, will slowly keep.