At This Moment of the Night

At this moment of the night I don’t hear the clock tick on the wall, it has stopped at nineseventeen, its slender hands still, spread wide in abandon. For it time has no meaning because it has stopped time. At this moment of the night before sleep creeps on my eyes I sit by the open window with me and with my time. At this moment of the night I look out at the sky, the silver moondust drizzling down on the tree leaves shining in gleam, I float on the flood of ecstasy. At this moment of the night when the star studded sky descends as speckled silhouette on the tree tops frozen in stillness I sink to the tranquil depth within me. At this moment of the night I tell the eternal sleep to wait, let me be with me in my reverie. At this moment of the night I tell the clock to be still forever, let it stop the time for me. June 26, 2018.