• There is a girl who sits looking on into the night.

    If you where to ever see her and ask what she was looking upon she would surly say “I'm watching the shadows move in the dark the moon hide from the storm within its own clouds”

    There is a girl who sits and lessons to the night.

    If you where to ever see her and ask what she was lessoning to she would surly say “I'm lessoning to the leaves move when there is no wind to move them dry grass crack and snap under feet where no one is walking”

    There is a girl who sits looking and lessoning into the night.

    If you where ever to see her and ask her why she is sitting there she would surly say “I'm sitting here to look into the other world of night and the other world of people and light”

    But if you where to walk up to her one night and ask who she was she would say “I am the keeper of the worlds grader of the gate, I'm the watcher of the shadows moving in the dark seeing the moon hide from the storm within its own clouds, I'm the lesser of the leaves move when there is no wind to move them lesser of dry grass crack and snap under feet where no one is walking, I'm the one who sits here to look into the other world of night and the other world of people and light, from the gate I watch.”

    There is a girl no one knows who she is but ever nigh of the full moon come to pass she sits up on that fence watching lessening, with ever step you take to see who she is she fades away.

    Never to know what she is looking upon, never to know what she is lessoning to, never to know why she sits there, never to know who she is......