Silence hosts the evening,
And darkness raises a toast.
Fireflies from an orphaned land appear,
And the gleam indicates the approach.
The night is young, young and cold,
And the endless river of its glistening flow.
Many a secrets to be told,
Many quests to unfold.
The leaves rustle the perfect symphony,
Romancing with the air.
A distant fire sprinkles warmth around,
While the moon serves each guest its share.
A forlorn floyd sings while a blackbird mourns,
Emanating the wilderness blues.
The former with nothing to gain,
And the latter with nothing to lose.
A sheepish rain takes over and departs,
And then gallant day-break.
The floyd dissappears and the blackbird seeks another refuge,
The leaves now covered with snowflakes.
The silence died and the moon escaped,
And the distant fire is gone.
All attendants disappear somewhere,
Only the river still goes on.
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