une heure du matin

When all is dark,
no cars running circles,
not a word spoken.

At twilight, I see all.
Stars gifting their shine
just for me.

All the world is asleep.
I finally feel at peace.
I can feel my power.

The roads are empty
I walk through the centre
with no consequence.
Lying on the asphalt,
I can dream.

I feel the wind against my skin.
Singing in the moonlit

Am I a ghost here?
My time has come,
but soon I must sleep.

I return home before
sunlight creeps up the horizon.

Featured photo by Roland Chukwuemeka on Unsplash.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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