The night welcomes me, dusks
lavender curtains opening tenderly. Moon smiles, luminous mother moon.
She dries tears after tears, banishes the words lodged in my souls:
Drifter. Dreamer. Senseless writer. Irresponsible. Words uttered
by a man with a mustache, a bald head like a demonic fetus. Night asks no
questions. Night invites me to dream, floating upon wisp-covered clouds
on gossamer wings, under mother moons luminous smile. Ive
wondered why it asks no questions. Can it not see my flaws? Is it
not bothered? It never answers. I dream on, content with somnolence
and love.