Description
Poem for the painting:
Night…
The time when I paint,
And the owls sing…
If I’m lucky,
I’ll hear them faint, faint, faintly afar,
Atop a eucalyptus tree…
My nighttime neighbors,
Friendly strangers,
Unseen ghosts,
Caught up in their moonlight labors…
They’ll sing,
I’ll paint,
And we won’t sleep, till the sun rises…
If I’m lucky,
I’ll hear them faint, faintly another night,
Atop their eucalyptus tree,
After the dawn and duration of the rising
Day.
