Stars are born when the sun and the moon conspire ,

Do you wait for the night to fall and spread

over the canvas white and clean?.

Wait till the dark, till the lights glimmer

one by one, randomly.

I shall work feverishly, fervently.

Wait for the brush to slide and glide,

And catch the sight of your village,

its light reaching me

at my vantage point.

But the precious time

of the sun and the moon conspiring;

let stay a bit 

longer with me

to feel the magic of the village coming into light

from the vantage point here