“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history” – Plato
Tonight I’ll write to you on sand
And wait for the wind to arrive
While counting the stars to the end
Of what I was used to strive.
Tonight I will sing with the moon
When both we will look for the light
And catching the sadness too soon
Just running for nothing through night.
Tonight I will miss all my space
Once more as I did it before.
While tears wash the hope from my face
I’m dancing with silence to shore.