Beneath the heavy cloak of night -

Beneath the heavy cloak of night -
I dare to dream of things
When the hour is hesitant
And I sense aturnings -

Good things and pleasantries
So imminently had -
Like the hanging moon - she seems
Within a cubit's grasp.

The fan palms - they glimmer -
Shedding light upon my strife;
The hills seem to whisper
An acknowledgment.

At evening's coronation -
I watch the stars' gaze
As if a wink from one of them
Might confirm my fate.

The cynics and their like
Will shake their heads and grumble;
The night will feign a sigh
But know my desires well.