He held an ancient prayer book  turned my way

The night came down in  clouds of purple-grey
Though when I was outside it still seemed light
Is this real, my instinct seemed to say.

I saw a Jew in Hotters where he prayed
His skullcap black, his face was very white
The night came down in  clouds of purple-grey

He held an ancient prayer book  turned my way
He looked relaxed yet I was in his sight
Is this real, my instinct seemed to say

I stood, as seeing women may delay
The mood of meditation, be a blight
The night came down in  clouds of purple-grey

I did not walk to him and loudly say
May I take your photo here tonight
Is this sense, my mind looked for delay

For where is David, proud as Cohen wrote
Where Solomon the wise, where his insight?
The night came down in  clouds of purple-grey
Where is Noah ,for the flood’s in play