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.
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