The door to the dream
shut behind the beautiful silhouette
She only glided slightly
in the lighthearted wind
her wings did not seem to need
any concern of age
because the night never asks
and never cares to know
he only wants to see
something flying across him
with some sketch of moonlight
showing the appreciation
of his loneliness in the vast
or a few dew drops
with eyes of stars
All those would keep him engaged
instead of sleeping within himself
Nights are too short
not life