I think with thoughts of pillows - moist and dewy;
Split into one and a half - night beds;
One half of the night, I spend;
In tame silence – a secret in sequence;
Where stars are brighter than I;
Calmly, I paddle through the sky;
My canoe sailing on flat darkness but I;
Can’t sleep because - so spread is the sky;
Together in science - the moon and I;
With dragging feet embodied into the dark night;
Where the stars that release refuse to sleep and I feel fine;
- in the outskirts where starlights shine.
copyright 2010
