The chilly air tastes a little bitter,
spiced by the silver light of crescent moon
and blinking stars continually titter
this endless night in June.
Tag: night
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London Night
Drown in the London night.
In the dark you see the light,
river beckons, cold and bright.
Drown in the London night. -
The night is coming
The night invades us from the sea.
The fog steals in upon the shore.
It mutes all colours, merges shapes
until horizon disappears
and the enormity of space
envelops mind and muffles soul.
Please…
hold me. -
The curtain
The wings of night cover the sky,
subtly changing the quality of light,
imperceptibly turning it into a highlight for darkness…
The time of transformation,
the time of uncertainty,
the time of magic.
The curtain of the day –
was the play worth it? -
Train
I love train journeys, especially at night.
Lights, lights, lights – they conceal details and smudge shapes,
they fill my eyes – imprecise, beautiful, meaningless…
And the wind – its motion is the same,
it blows the lights through the night and away,
it fills my ears with noise and my skin with sensation –
indistinct, but directional…
It blows the stars out of the sky and memories out of my mind,
and I feel so light without the excess weight…
