My father looked at me
when I was young
Said, you won't show your
bloom to everyone
Don't give your nectar to the honeybee
We spend the sunlight
waiting patiently
But when the yellow rush
of day is through
When the spider's web
is jeweled with dew
When the tulip and hibiscus
and the croak is cloned
The sacred lotus and the moss rose
The bats come, and the beetles,
and the moths hum
When the man puts out his light
Then you open, take your freedom
You're a flower that blooms at night
Good night, Gazania,
sweet white wa ter lily
The poppy mallow sheds her blossom
And with the falling
of the fleeting morning glory
Arrive the fox and the apostle,
hidden crickets
Start the nocturne, now it's our turn
When the great, great owl takes flight
She's beholding the unfolding
Of the flowers that bloom at night
Soothe, flower, soothe
Flower, wait for the sight of dusk
Move, flower, move, flower,
trust in the time for us
I know you're tired of being tired
And I know you want to wake
It's true, it's part of you,
the quiet ache
A little sorrow
only makes us grow more ravishing
A little sor row is a bless
ing
We're for lovers
And new mothers
For the wakeful
For the balance that they write
And our patience sweetens
the fragrance
Of the flowers that bloom
When the bats come
And the weedles
When the marl is hung
And the man pulls out his light
Now we're open, it's our freedom
We're the flowers that
bloom at night
Patience, darling
Patience, patience,
darling
You