The night is quiet.
So is the world, and worlds within.
Time is in the arms of somnolence.
Except a thought that prefers silence.
Silence to wake up and speak.
It arises in my half sleep.
Born to a sleepy moment.
Wrapped in the fondness of past.
A thought apt forgotten.
Today when the moon is full
And night past mid
From a vague dream it stirs
Smiling, young and virgin.
Walking back on that moonlane
Humming the same moon song…
Seeking absolutely nothing.
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