On Leaving A Bar In A Mellow Mood by Ian Hill

Taking in the balmy evening air
we wandered briefly in the dusk
down by the Wakatipu lakeside shore
and as the sun began to set,
the streetlights fizzled weakly into life
around us as we passed, yet
preferring now the ink black darkness
there beyond the nearby trees
we moved to lie down on the earth
where, out beyond our fingertips,   
ten thousand blazing orbs announced   
their timeless omni-presence there.