Please, Night, slow down, don’t rush so
bring rest to life’s tough toil
put the weaklings down without woe
let them leave this mortal coil
Let bodies each have their grave
extend the space between
inspire visions shamans all crave
grant complexions youthful sheen
Slow down your step, please, Night, hear dogs bark
What time does it get dark?
Make small as pins the planets
that breathe in deep, dark skies
keeping distance, while the comets
brighten worlds within their flights
Hear dragonflies crazed buzzing
sniff flowers’ mellow smell
rising as the sun stops darting
to announce your coming spell
Soothe children’s crying, Night, with light breeze
while smiles and words fly by
around the brazier plans and crises
all show their absurd side