In the dark of the never-ending night
Instilled by fear
By the places
I dream of sound and sight
My mind oft' wanders
To many memories
Of you laying
In the midnight blue background
Of my colorful painting
With red, black and white
As Plato says
What is surreal?
What doesn't stay?

It's my floating soul
In the memories of a winter
That was so cold
Fog floated by my window
Hidden by the shadow
Nocturnal
That made the feeling so eerily eternal
Now I'll never see a tawny
True owl
Spread its wings in the ghost reveries
Lying in the backdrop  
A clairvoyant crescent moon

I am simply shook
By the light
Of the rear window
Opening out to the shady street
Where the trees live
And the moon shines bright
To keep me in the wake
Of night blindness
During the dim days