The moist moon

The moist damp moon
looks down on me;
The black starless night
sparkles in spite of its darkness;

And innumerable invisible stars shimmer
in the black tar on the grey road
unlit by the fake fluorescent lights of the city night;
The air hangs round me
like the sailor's albatross

I want to live by the lake,
to wake up to its placid waters
to fall asleep in its dark unrelenting
unforgiving turmoil

I want to fall asleep
to dream...