On the night of the half-moon
On the top roof of the building,
When the downstairs was bustling
With bursts of joys and tunes.
A glass of whiskey in his hands,
A bottle of beer in my grip.
Amidst the silence of the sky,
And the loudness of the earth,
Saw him I for the times first.
In his all grace, in all his humane.
Prepossessing he was indeed,
Like that of the twilight.
And softness did drip his tone,
Like the first snow of the year.
There wasn't much he did,
There wasn't much I said.
Or perhaps there it was,
Spoken like the stars
Just hidden from the conscience
Once the liquor was all out.
The next morning I woke up when,
His words were gone.
But gone was he not,
Gone was his face not.
Gone was his voice not.
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