In the night

The lights are low, the curtains down -

The day is set to close.

Quiet, as the scurrying mouse

Comes a moonbeam on tiptoes.

The wind is high, the night so clear -

The plants are all aglow.

With minds at ease and hearts at rest

Their heads swing to and fro.

There I sit and hum some tune;

My eyes are opened wide.

And dream a dream of carefree youth,

And the joy that is denied.

Yours sincerely

Jude