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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Glassmoon

To your call I wake up
Walk in the dark
Lookup
Through what should be a window or glass
I knew it was

There is a memory supporting the theory
of the past or of yesterdays
but not for the part :
“I saw you through”

this you
hiding behind
what could be a cloud

unseen like the glass

shining jewel
Illuminating round
glaring light
with cheeks

smiling
Persisting about the hereness
Becoming my eyes
and my heart
expanding majestic

The glitter before the manifestation of an object
You are I that looks through and sees
You are I which I understand deeply
Through a moment
observing duality

Observing yeah
duality yeah
Who?
Who? me?

In my body
Tired but shocked from seeing such …
Reality

Ready to embrace you again in my arms
and forgive
for the first and the last time