The full moon

High across the cloudless night sky

The bright silver light of the full moon

Guides us, the creatures of the night,

The dreams of mankind,   

To reach one of our worldly meet.

A veil of invisibility covers our flight

To the sleeping human world

That lay beneath us unaware and innocent.

Tonight no wind disturbs our silent trip,

Straight as the flight of a crow,

Is our destination to be reached across the seas.

Each amongst us is uniquely imprinted from the human psyche  

It raised and escaped from.

Some speak of games, some of love,

Of exams and work, others of illness and war.

Together we gather momentum

When suddenly an attack is sprung on us from above

And with the tip of the wing of a chimera

We lose our balance and forced down

In the gaping mouths of steep precipices over the mountains

Or in the unfathomable depths of the sea

The only survivors are those who have the time over land

To take shelter in the skeletons of statues
Be they Venuses or gargoyles until the next full moon.
So you pedestrian desultory walking  in the park 
Have you ever wondered in which has your dream taken refuge?

© L. Bailliet`

7/2/2012