I connect the dots with my eyes and cry. There is no sleep for me—no sleep for me—
the wind agrees with me, it came to say. Now graciously blows away…
In the stillness and the quiet my eyes…drift…down…
My hands an even gray, and shadows. My arms, my knees: Gray.
All of me underneath the starlight, buried to my ankles: Gray. And shadows.
A hush. Maybe someone watching? Listen:
The trail that winds its way around me travels off until all is silhouette—
such is the night.
Many years pass and I remember.
I…I haven’t moved in some time. This vision…
this vision is all that I am: a moonlight sonata of a man.
Breathing in. Breathing out. Rising and escaping—to fall as morning dew
in some other universe. As if trying to see in the dark.
Such is the night.
A hush. Maybe someone watching? Listen:
The trail that winds its way around me travels off until all is silhouette—
such is the night.
Many years pass and I remember.
I…I haven’t moved in some time. This vision…
this vision is all that I am: a moonlight sonata of a man.
Breathing in. Breathing out. Rising and escaping—to fall as morning dew
in some other universe. As if trying to see in the dark.
Such is the night.
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