Lonely Love Song

 seen from my window
flickering lights on distant hills
hamlet shrouded in grey dusk
time for rest and sleep
and to dream of what can be

cicadas call growing louder
drumbeats with guitar strums
by frogs on lotus leaves
annoying insects trying to sleep

companions of many nights
outside of my window
dancing moths,  disoriented dragonflies
flying fast into the light

fading silhouette of trees
into the mists they go
as night comes in earnest
to relief sun of her duty

and I looking out of the window
find comfort in the shroud
of twilight that hide my loneliness
conscious thoughts before slumber.