Nocturnal Meditations
I open the window at night
my spirit flies to the stars,
I leave my body stranded on the rocks below, where
once upon a time
waves came and danced.
Far above in the sky
there is no storm
among the moon and the stars,
no waves that break the rock;
the hard surfaces are not so hard,
they have a soft kernel which
the moonbeams and stars can reach.
A child's world arises with the moon
and sinks behind the hills
with the first ray of the dawn.
Image:courtesy +David Testa
I open the window at night
my spirit flies to the stars,
I leave my body stranded on the rocks below, where
once upon a time
waves came and danced.
Far above in the sky
there is no storm
among the moon and the stars,
no waves that break the rock;
the hard surfaces are not so hard,
they have a soft kernel which
the moonbeams and stars can reach.
A child's world arises with the moon
and sinks behind the hills
with the first ray of the dawn.
Image:courtesy +David Testa
Art Michel Comte
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