It was near midnight.
I was not sleeping yet.
The same question
Was repeating itself endlessly…
Through the window
The moon – a large open eye –
Was watching quietly long ago.
Outside,
The foliage and trees,
The birds sleeping.
I breathed the warm, quivering air
Of the night.
I would of wanted to caress you,
With my silence,
With the silence of the summer night.