Tonight all the glowing tiny stars strive
to reveal more than they can tell easily,
Spins out lovely surreal composition and
light up a series of spots in the darkness.
The moon is perhaps behind the real time
it seems safe to come out in the vast open,
The noiseless renderings of sound and smell,
her unheard story told in numbered segments.
Reflections are everywhere, beyond everything
gaze out as if being trapped inside a large cage,
Sitting round the fire, the never ending story
every single word contains another word within.
The resilient wind takes the inventive lead
struggle amidst fears, prosper under cloud,
Shifting time frames, voices in different heads,
who gets what? a question remains unanswered.