Some they bloom in the night br While the other flowers, bees and butterflies were slept. br A way lost desperate hornet comes and verifies; br 'Are these tears or dew my dearest, br So warm under the Moonlit night? ' br 'It's a mixture of dew and tears comrade, br A fine elixir that keeps you young forever if you taste. br And do not bother to wake up in the broad daylight. br Brother you can jump into a sound sleep indeed br until you come again to my Promise land.' br Queen of the night played her role very efficiently. br br * Dedication to poor harlots for their eternal struggle. br Also to my new Irish friend Todd Hatchard who's a short story writer accidentally I met him in Huntington Beach on St.Patrick's day.