The return of the Cool Night,
come, to sit and talk a while
hold my gaze with Your gleaming eyes
like crystals, gathered, strewn in the skies.
You brush Your wind
To lace my hair
like the touch of a lover's
sweet breath: Your air.
year to year I still succumb-
I revel in the moments, few
when Cool Night, fickle in his favor
quickly bids adieu.
to let it's ripe-breath pass, unheeded
to waste into bitter ice
though Your sweetness be unfaithful, Night-
I make the sacrifice.
For like the love that passes on
And drifts away; cold, obscure-
Cool Night, you leave your memory
For I,
I need not more.
-J
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