being lucky enough
to spoil the mood
with things i haven’t
at all understood
i’m trying to react this right,
breezing into the pulsating
darkness of night
moon is a big bulb
that’s charming
but making no harm
to moths of my soul
sounds pathetic
like a text of a bad role
empty street is a big stage
where the three actors
me the wind and the solitude
are acting the drama
while the falling star is playing
the cosmic flute
and all the spectators
are sleeping
leaving
me alone with this endless night –
sleep tight