The Night rolls over the land, quiet and soothing;
Letting the Shadows move.
The Flames from lamps glow, gently;
Pulling the Shadows near to hold.
She pushes them away, with a loving glow;
But brings them close to her for shelter.
For the Night Shadows embrace,
The warm Glow of Flame, and she loves him;
Dearly and with her whole being.
For without him, she has no lover’s touch;
Until his death comes with the rising sun.
Sad little Flame, she will await him;
As she sleeps and dreams.