Summer Twilight

The sky is deepening and somehow clearer

The wind's sweeping up the day's glitters

From the forest's gloom comes the sound of burnt out delight

A few street lamps (flashing sometimes), and traffic lights

Seem to be remains of a festival long ago

A tree (half of his body is lighted) tells me with a voice slow

That he's going to stay there through the night

Unknown to any human except to this guy

'Good night, boy. I will not forget you.'