A Town That Sleeps

A town that sleeps A mill that turns around A Sub-Conscious that Smiles Humble in its nocturnal victory Bring the nymphs and fairies From the night Though after hours of dancing And Under spelled trees prancing Their spirit still burns Wild as in the deep of night: Humans learn we from them. Though Dawn be nigh And the white line of light Already scar the curtain of the night Wherein shone eyes of glimmering star-light Yet time continues slow and deft and Sure Just One single dress. Bring the nymphs and fairies From the night Though after hours of dancing And Under spelled trees prancing Their spirit still burns Wild as in the deep of night: Humans learn we from them. Sing Poet Seer not only in the Night Though the night be your favorite Haunt And though Sub-conscious be the breeding nest Of thoughts, your thoughts! Sacred and deep simultaneous. Bring the nymphs and fairies From the night Though after hours of dancing And Under spelled trees prancing Their spirit still burns Wild as in the deep of night: Humans learn we from them.