The dogs are barking at the barren night
As burly boys are trundling down the street
And nuns are saying prayers by candlelight
For paths to cross and holy loves to meet.
And so the summer evening lingers on,
Replete with stolen looks and little sighs,
Reminding him who’s here of her who’s gone
While wrapping solemn dreams in sad disguise.
But lo, the lady, Love, in satin shoes
Appears among the lonely-hearted band,
Intent to pluck the strings that turn their blues
Into music fit for holding hands.
“Forget the woes that weigh upon your back –
I’ve come to bring the Joy you so sorely lack.”
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(See video recording of this piece here.)