I cannot sleep. The long, long
Night is full of bitterness.
I sit alone in my room,
Beside a smoky lamp.
I rub my heavy eyelids
And idly turn the pages
Of my book. Again and again
I trim my brush and stir the ink.
The hours go by. The moon comes
In the open window, pale
And bright like new money.
At last I fall asleep and
I dream of the days on the
River at Tsa-feng, and the
Friends of my youth in Yen Chao.
Young and happy we ran
Over the beautiful hills.
And now the years have gone by,
And I have never gone back.
I rub my heavy eyelids
and turn the the pages
of my book. I trim my brush
and stir the ink. At last asleep,
I dream of the friends of
my youth and the days
on the streets of Naptown…….
What’s up family? Wishing you the
best of Night Thoughts
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
