For a flash of starlight
A bit of a grass and flowers
Forest and trees
Swimming in a
River of moonlight
Grey and glowing
Silver and shining
With the wind blowing
And the cold biting
Hungry
For a bit of myself
One with the universe
And none else
Hungry
For some solitude
So rare
Amidst
The honk of horns
The dust of tyres
And the glare of garishes
Hungry
For firelight and music
Chatter and glitter
Festivals and feasts
Rituals and rites
That only happen
In the night
By the moon or stars
And bind the soul
Like no sun can
Hungry
For the
Singing and swaying
Musing and reflecting
Basking and soaking
Drowning and flowing
That can only happen
When you lay
Your buzzing thoughts
Your chores and your worries
Your tasks and your ties
To rest with the sun
And come
Free and unencumbered
Ready to immerse
In the night
So simple
And so unattainable
In the next birth,
Perhaps
I might enjoy some
Or perhaps it is
Lost
To previous births
