A Starry Sky
Written: 30/11/2001
A starry sky, a cloudless night
Every constellation is in clear sight.
Out of the city, the busy and bustle
In the countryside I hear a rustle.
An owl toots, a mouse squeaks
I look at my friends, but they are asleep.
My eyes grow heavy as the fire dies
Ash rises up toward the broad skies.
A pleasant night drawing to an end
Close to perfection? I cannot pretend.
- World