Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Bright Night

I happen to like this one.

There is a silence, a profound stillness,
That one cannot find in the day;
The moonlight projects calmness,
In beatific white rays.
A car traverses the night,
And our empty ceiling is illuminated
By a striped spotlight.
Still, quiet, white is the night
A place where dreams pass drowsily
Through the forever light.

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