Wondering about the night that’s sleeping now
Or what the stars are doing
Like that boy on a night just like this
Or that girl smiling like the sun on her face
And the wife who’s always making, adorning the world each day—and this Lovely Presence, Walking this grove of silver gums.
I’m sure Eve was here the other night, weeping and singing
And Adam came past in a hurry, looking away
‘It’s too beautiful a night for sleeping,’ he said.
Peter Volkofsky January 2019