Claire V. Bogdanos

Listen, my dear, the lonely night has wings

And to this heart a song of sadness sings

From dusk till dawn the plaintive air goes on,

Responsive chords echoing in carillon.

A night concert led by cicada sound

And the baritone frogs chant all around

While the wind contributes her peal of bells

Here, there, brisk rustling leaves this hymn dispels.

Hark as the distant stars play tympani

And turn lament into sad symphony

To fall on ears that blend soft melody

As those who loved in perfect harmony,

That ofttimes dissonant and tired score

When lyric moonbeams danced but love no more.