That time of night when everything is in a state of limbo, stuck between the wish to stay, and the need to retire
I look at the sky. The moon’s wisdom seeps into me like a river of dancing lights.
I am restless tonight. Standing on the grass. My feet become roots.
Is the moon conversing with me? Are the stars trying to reach out?
I am not sure. Still I reach out. And wonder. On which one of these days will they take me away.