It’s only languorous darkness around
And there isn’t any loud sound
The night is slowly falling
Into the day it’s turning.
At the height of the autumn drop
Rain is knocking on the roof top.
The death has settled in the garden flowers
Blue haze says bye arising
And it’s just tactfully surmising
That in the past that unhappy barren hours.
And whole the time is all for that
To see by sleepy eyes not day not night
To see amazing early dreams
To give the world the sleeper’s beams.