The busy daylight never could compete,
With all the quiet truth found on this street.
I hear the rushing river\'s faithful sound,
When human hearts are nowhere to be found,
My peace is finally whole.
The crickets keep their rhythmic promises,
My soul is eased by their sincere caress.
The sound of sleeping makes the world feel vast,
The painful noise of love has quickly passed,
My quiet is restored.
The lovely, cold expanse of the high sky,
A thousand loyal lights that will not lie.
No need to guess the meaning of their spark,
They shine regardless of the heavy dark,
A constant, faithful scene.
I watch the small and perfect glow worm gleam,
A gentle, self-made light within a dream.
It asks for nothing, simply shows its way,
Unlike the selfish loves that waste the day,
Demanding my excess.
The dark conceals no single, painful flaw,
It follows its own reliable, simple law.
I finally trust the quiet, steady night,
It\'s safer than a love that was too bright,
This irony is clear.