Goodnight

Hoot. Hoot. Close your eyes, see:
The violet glowing
With the silver moon, shiny.
That moon, reflecting
Against the glass window
With the curtains hung low.


Hoot. Hoot. It calls to you.
Don't you want to open
The window and pass through?
To roam past the dark glen,
And step into the woods
Of the dark-shaded moods!


Walk beneath the thick trees,
Meet the firefly that flees,
But crickets you won't miss.


Singing their evening songs.
But if you listen well,
You'll find where it belongs.
It, the bird that can tell
Everything that happens
In the sleeping silence.