Solitude, Darkness and Dreams

When the moon is shining, so full and bright
that eyes can no more see the twinkling stars
and the darkness grows pale and silver tinged,
I seem to know, what is the quintessence of solitude…

Had the heavens been dimmer than tonight,
for those far away planets and the stars,
twinkling against a darker, opaque ground,
I would have neither been alone, nor ever truly one…

Though there are always too much life around
beneath the glowing sun from dawn to dusk,
those yellow hours let me have, like an owl perhaps,
my only chance to relish a few petty dreams, at last…

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