Crisp Night/ by Eitan Schulman
All sleep while I pry my way out of the house
Into the loving darkness I go.
Like a city of refuge, it takes me in, no questions asked
No judge, no witnesses, no grand jury.
Just the wind, the stars and the cold, cold air.
My loving friends oh how I missed you so.
What splendid stories, adventures and takes do you have?
The stars twinkle back to me like jumping kids
The clouds drift about like old men
The trees sway here and thro telling of battles and wars
And the ground, with all the patience in the world listens to my troubles.
Oh my friends of nature, so glad to be together once again
See you tomorrow, can’t wait till then.