I sit on the gallery
In the Darkness
While water dribbles
Through the leaves;
It is coming down delicately
What's more, a yellow chain of lights
Winds like a parade
Through the avenues.
A window is open
To the night,
White window ornaments surge
What's more, glide on the breeze;
Behind the window ornaments
My dearest rests,
Shielded
Behind shimmering trees.
