In the black of night,
at the end of time,
at midnight,
before time is reborn again,
we sit looking up at the stars upon the porch,
and the planets,
and we, admire its delights,
and the moon glow upon us it does so beautifully shine,
and it is a wonderful moment in time,
a glorious moment,
a moment divine,
a moment with you,
and a glass of wine,
oh, how fine, the time, gazing at the stars,
the stars glowing in the heavens,
and what effervescent light that warms the heart and that inspires the mind,
and how incredible it is,
and how magical the view as the fire burns nearby,
and we hold each others hands,
and watch in wonder as across the sky the meteors fly,
and the clock strikes midnight but we,
we do not mind the time,
and how peaceful it is,
and how beautiful the stillness and the clarity of the night,
the night that brings us such delights,
as we sit under the heavens upon our earthly plain,
both incredibly young in age,
and not as sage and wise,
as the universe that has created us,
that dances so spectacularly before our enchanted eyes.