Each night is
precisely set
like a gem
within a dream.
Immersing in
the fluid grandeur
of darkness,
the night
swings around it,
when one
looks back---
the day has
already become
a past dream
in an irretrievable realm.
The excesses
darkness commit
in a frenzy
in the night's geography.
excites me.without an end.
And what the moon
does to annul the
handiwork of darkness too
fascinate me.
Night is the story
of contrary crafts
calibrated to perfectly fit.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Each night is
precisely set
like a gem
within a dream.
Immersing in
the fluid grandeur
of darkness,
the night
swings around it,
when one
looks back---
the day has
already become
a past dream
in an irretrievable realm.
The excesses
darkness commit
in a frenzy
in the night's geography.
excites me.without an end.
And what the moon
does to annul the
handiwork of darkness too
fascinate me.
Night is the story
of contrary crafts
calibrated to perfectly fit.
Request permission to use this poem