The sun fades slowly down,
and as if the wild creatures
knew I was lonely
they make a moanful sound.

The stars glitter in the night,
with a bittersweet light,
alone to such a beautiful sight,
I waken I can't sleep.

My heart is aching as I weep;
the night is long ,
and I seek.

To close my eyes,
and find a dream,
of a knight in shining armor
for a lonely queen.


~~Fiddler 09/27/2001