Nuit Noire Maison Mona di Orio 2006

And when it slowly falls
The cloak of night

Then the blossoms of darkness open

Breathing deeply in sweet dreams
Of silky wood and gentle smoke

Then dark stars shine
Over spicy warm land

Mystically delicate shadows fall
Into the leathery whispering underbrush

Movement so smooth
Like a cat and on the hunt

Caressing, the night glides
Through the roots of transience

A moon of silvery shine
Sings the life
That blooms in nocturnal gardens