calm as a gull bobbing upon the ocean

it’s not cold anymore

when the stars come out and the milky-way flows

the constellations slowly begin to take shape

and in the immense calm a timelessness pervades

us and the night

which flows down upon everything soft tight

around the trees glittering in the moonlight

and the path now a soft milky white

all the edges

are softened and the trees and the hedges

merge with the benches the poles and the lake’s depths

and all space is filled by night’s dark breath

or the moon’s pale sigh

flapping through the inky night a bat swims by

and we lie back, with our moonlight-shadows merging

which is our true essence emerging

in the quiet

of the night made of the silent riot

of chirps and the howls so distant and surging thus
they seem to come like breath from within us