One night when skies have donned their stars
And parted the lunar drapes
Scattering silent bats to afar
To huddle with their mates,
We’ll fix our eyes northward, my dear,
To distant lush Spring realms
Where musicians play songs with cheer
And nothing overwhelms.
And we shall travail lovely streets
With restaurants and bakeries,
Serving all your favorite treats,
And just your recipes.
Here we shall build a homey manor
With ovens to bake tarts,
Rooms I can pen my psalters,
Hearts sharing each’s art.