Far long bloom
In fields of yore
Where a lazy moon
Through canvas pours

Over breeze tossed leaves
As they fall and float
Through skies dark blue
Like lonesome boats

An unknown song
Beyond the horizon plays
Remote and distant
In the pre-dawn haze

Sweet yet strange
Its melodies unfold
On those early hours
When night yet holds

Its grasp on wonder
In the great starry sky
Before they all set
And bid their goodbye