Whispers quiet lullaby into my ears
The fast-rhythm cricket sound..
Drowns me into images of the untouched corner of the forest
The sudden noises from passing by nocturnes..
Alerts me that living beings are alive out there
Then the wind stops whispering..
And the crickets stop singing..
And the nocturnes conclude their hunting episode..
The bright twinkle of the stars..
Send me greetings through the clear night sky
The silvery light of the moon..
Reminds me of fairy tales, knights and princesses
The silence of the night..
Hypnotises me into a pleasant dream
Then the stars are hiding..
And the moon is setting..
And the dream finally comes to an end..
-25 March 2009-
