At last march09

Night,
Quiet and silent,
Big space of silence,
That conveys you to float, to drift, and to imagine.
Moon,
Half full moon
Semi smiling to the sky,
Stars that blink without time constrain.
Float, drift, and fly away,
Where the bottle neck opens up,
Where the oxygen is pure,
Where your lips can touch mine,
And we are that kiss that did not form, at last.
Night,
Silent,
Long quiet night,
Let the dreams intrude my life,
Let the imagination fill up everything with you.