Tendrils of stars crawl the dark,

the night clouds glide in the solitary scent of lonliness: our dreams caress our alienated bodies

Then i figet through abandoned works

sleeping for an hour then awake again

the poems have no shape

the blackbirds chant in the peaceful air

The sun is planning to return

Life is filled with beautiful music

Do not listen for the sounds of time

I hope you all dream good tonight.