The moon above a lambent sphere
    The air a fresh, cold twist
Which blows off as it does appear
    The wraith-like, icy mist

The lamps two guardians who bear
    Entrance across the street
The stars above, each one a flare
    Which blossoms bright and sweet

The rain drips, the rain goes patter
    Against each roof and stone
The light like colored snakes scatter
    A figure walks alone

Breathing deep in and breathing out
    The quivering, slow light
Dances like free spirits about
     On a silent, rainy night