Just for One Night

That very moment when sight does not speak of the truth,

The moment when the street lights dies out into a plain of nothingness,

When crickets sings into the night with their ubiquitous lullaby,

While ripples paint the surface of the lake with streaks of astray lights,

Beneath the purple dragon snaps,

And by the balustrade under the shades of green,

Are you still waiting?