• The secret mirrors show many stars
    Around midnight,
    Until the moonlight is broken,
    And clouds
    Cover the stars of night.
    But still our hidden faces
    Will watch the trees
    The secret fires taste
    The dreams of dawn.
    And then we will listen.
    Musical notes rock
    The sky
    And splash our eyes with beauty.
    The quick changes
    And broken acts
    Cover the minutes of time until they are
    But the final acts will help our eyes
    Beyond belief.