Night of Stars

Falls of Night in the wonder’s,
Runs the field of Darkness,
There lids valley of candle,
Hills covered in cold breeze.

Sway of grasses night swiftly sings,
Scented-flowers deep in dreams,
A life lives yet in night,
River of diamonds beneath.

Beliefs of wishes made upon,
Hands of prayers with hope,
Made beautiful as they as,
Be gone will then darkness.

by Jack Ho