What must I whilst I wile away the night?

Sleep, only splintered dreams or wakeful light.

Nightmare of broken screen, and gap tooth smile,

Singing in your head so the music stops,

Flickering glow of luminescent screen,

Reading until eyes droop and all mind stops.

But when, away from me the light does flee

And the world descends into the quiet

I find only peace amongst the shadow

In the echo of the distant song bird

In the rustle of leathern wing above

I find peace and a quiet sense of mind.

What must you whilst I wile away the night?

For I have found my quiet cycle of life here.