Walking At Night… Poem by Luca Menin

The eyes glimpsed the distant moon.
The tree crook at the shadow
grumbling to my feet

Silence of gold, my breath melts
the stars sing in white gleaming in time
their glorious sunset.

Stand silent like a fox,
hidden among the light, soft
the wind breathless breeze, blows

The elephant forsaken by the moon
the swing creaking with its solitary swung
the magical croon of a deserted playground.

Fountains of lamplight
create road edges yellow wells
where shadows quench their thirst.

Be alone like silent stone
thrown by the night hands
echoing inside the end of the well