When the night settles down it sleeps.
The night wind is warm as it settles,
sweet sport or mirthful celebration.
Hearing a noise,
weather there it is, or not.
Weather you had known me not, her well.
Where I knowest you not, hearing laugher,
and she 'said', untill then....stay free.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-wind-2/
