Chased by a hungry cloud

I stepped out
to wear
the freshness
of the night

that same
bewildering
bright light
moving
along
a hyperbolic plane
crossing the moon
of the wind

as if towards
I with one eye
a light
made of itself

could it be
could it be
the ship that brought you to me

then departed
again

was the second one
same as the first one

a word of a farewell
is just a goodbye
or a hello
in another language

was there really a second one?

but I know I shall not think
because a thought devours
and converts you to a plane

with a red and green
on the brim
sparkling the dark
within my gaze
maybe a dream

how otherwise
could you be chased
by a grim silhouette
assuming the form
of a hungry cloud
with a big open mouth

both accelerating
now towards
what I wish to call
the east

remembering
that which brings
mornings and
new beginnings

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Riddle of the biscuit alley

There is an alley
Named after something yummy
Like with you a cupatea

A lamppost of a style
in a picture
Accidental
Holding the symbol
The key

indicating
A Variable
Starring a twin
The unique sum of a three

Day is the day of today
Dont you mix it up
While you add up

The melody
of a 3 Digid number

A flame
is unique

of profound order is
not comperable to
when once seen
From left to right
In a street

As revealed
in a dream

Manifesting now
In a different order
Inspiring the dice

Invoking the triad of
which you should know
Some time

She said
To conquer time
Made of a curtain
of stories