The night was climbing right in,
Right into its peak,
I saw the smoke rise from the stew,
And smelt the sweet perfume.

The moon dancing into a devoured sleep,
The mist bringing the message of the hiding,
A slience drowns all,
And I finally sight what I thirst.

There was singing that arose that night,
The children started dancing I think,
There was proximity now,
And the throbbing grew stronger.

It was the fireflies maybe,
That lit the road infornt of the window,
But we gathered the entire scene and melody,
And then there was deep and sweet slumber.