who stole the moon
singing songs in the dark tonight
will the cold wind
shock my mind awake
and help me find myself
walking home alone
how many hours
lain slow on the floor
have seen me put all at disposal
to have sun set
on nothing left
who is at the bottom
of what this life has been
awaking for morning of the next year
go to where you are not
so dreams cease and reality begins
moving into what this already is
spend the afternoon
walking through the silent pines
laughing with the flickering sun rays
drinking fresh at cool river
regaining heartbeat under orange clouds
breathing again at my own pace
learning the sound of my name
joining the journey of purpose
a new moment
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