the night

you may prefer the morning
but what are you doing now?
behind the perpetual structure
separating distant stars
hanging from the mast
through imaginary sails
can you see through the windows?
the lights nocturnal signs
the shadows dancing
uncontrolable the way we like
with melancholy
are you listening with terror?
the dark arms of this present
following the cries of youth
looking up in awe
wandering forever
is this the usual dream?
the expectations have died
and tomorrow we'll meet again
if you like
in this lifelong silence.