The night is dark. The clocks count down the time...
There is no sleep. Black shadows just are acting
on a smooth wall... The Moon wide sprays the shine,
playing a part in the midnight veiled staging.
The goldish shine of the full naked Moon
brakes through the lace of the thin grayish clouds
and lights the wall, creating magic looms,
which come alive with wind's repeating blows.
The midnight theatre is staging scenes,
revealing secrets in the thorough silence.
The clocks are counting in soundless ticks
the last night hour, keeping thoughts in private.
The silence wraps the thoughts with a thick haze
and paralyzes... The void overtakes me...
Just call my name and I will understand
you still are mine, and that I was mistaken.
Thea 29.02.2024
The Deviant Moon Theatre
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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