Nocturne

"...Tonight the light at my feet

 flows on the grass in liquid silver waves

soft mists and crawling fog

     and the sea somewhere in the distance

 I count a few stars trapped between my fingers

as the moon hides wrapped inside a veil of clouds

wondering 

    It is not clear to me, the colored glass sorrow

 that  drips shaped in  prisms... 

                 But...
Here under this alien sky 
away from everything that I am,
into this night, I only want to dream of roses

Seagulls cry flying by. 
I can hear the trees whispering.
I can almost hear the distant voices of dead feelings 
or withering memories.
"This", i whisper to myself, "is a moment of truth".

All thoughts trapped into this deafening silence

 slowly spin around endlessly 
   like an ancient nebula 
    

Am I the universe looking at itself?

Do I  exist only inside the eyes of those who love me?...

My soul curls  naked under the old oak tree outside the window

hidden in a dream, she sleeps tired

              waiting for the rain

                 to gently wash away the moon dust..."