It’s a bright sky tonight.
Some candle behind a paper wall
Is burning just a bit too bright,
So the words on the page end up
Burned inside his eyes.

A cool breeze blows,
Sending a chill rushing down
His spine.

A deep breath brings in the cool
Flavours of a quiet fall night:
No rush of traffic.
No sirens.

A lone cricket plays, it’s song is
A bell, tolling the midnight hour