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.