My picture

In a dark time,the mind plays tricks.
I end up meeting shadows
deep in the shade.

Outside is like a quite graveyard,
a cold breeze and an end.

The ragged moon competes for attention.
With a tearless night, abject and mute
and patched by indifference.

A few stars, not dimmed and dark yet.
Offer to enlarge the circle of light,
and silent friends meeting.