It’s one past midnight.
Turning off all the lights, I look out of the window.
Full moon is shing among thin silky clouds.
Leaves are shining and trees casts deep shadows on the grass.
I can even tell the colors of the flowers.
I hear clickets singing
My dog breathing at my feet.
Dew must be falling on the dry grass.
Full-moon night doesn’t belong to night nor day.
It’s like a room with a light hanging from the ceiling called the sky
where all the things share the peacefullness.
Deer, foxes, cats,
Fish swimming under the mirror-like lake
Where another moom is shining
We are here, sharing the moment together.
No need to miss the street lights nor people tonight.
This is the night I treasure.