A June Night

Finally the wind blows clouds away,
And the stars begin to flood the sky.
My lonesome soul leans upon the wall
Made of stony chips that slightly bite.

I hear the voices from the yard,
Though it`s a long while after midnight.
People laugh and throw their backs
At the warm but mighty winds.

The lights go out, the stars remain.
Them shouts fill stuffy air.
I lean upon my room wall now,
And hope to meet the sleep right there.