Shoot On Sight

Shoot on sight From the guns Of night dews Sight Dark cut through By the Knife Of Glow-worms Adding To the stealthy Moon light. Ah! how many How many Nights as this Love, centuries Long, long centuries Witnessed and felt In long experience and Deep heart! How many! How many! How many! The doves of night Those turtle doves Lovers of gloom And Eyeing waves of Doom Those turtle doves They roam the night Borne on fragmented Clouds of fleeces light. The night is as the nights And so many things Phenomena expected as Exceptional When passed and When experienced be As others gone Long gone And others lined to Come! Ah! how many How many Nights as this Love, centuries Long, long centuries Witnessed and felt In long experience and Deep heart! How many! How many! How many!