Please read it through because otherwise its quite...
Gaze across the smoky fog...
A garden so brilliant against other pallid flowers
Comes in view at this untimed hour...
Autumn's gentle cooling rain
Falls slowly on the ground...
It is short and curved and polished
It is made of strong, flexible yew...
Oh. how i enjoy flowers,
the lovely fragrances...
Sitting on the river side,
Indulging in a book...
The sun creeps over the horizon
Banishing the nights woes...
And the silence perfumes madness
With a drifting scent; the words...
The Balcony At Midnight
Yes you look so grand...
The song calls out the dawn of day
The morning bird has its say...
Kissing dew-dropped roses,
Caressing the star's slight beam...
I sit up on a cliff at night,
Howling at the moon...