Along the frame

With heart alight

I hope you too

Can see the night

The wisps of cloud 

Like orchid smoke

The little suns 

That dance with hope

Silhouettes of trees 

Like strokes of ink

On that navy dusk

From sunset’s pink

The touch of chill

That warms you most

The sound of chirps

To which we cope

And dream of things 

As pure as light

I hope you too 

Can see the night.