What could be more spellbinding
than the night that hides
all the imperfections of world?
As fair as death,
it touches the soul,
calms down the inner turbulence....
....and turns us cold.
And what could be lovelier than the moon
that stirs the stronger emotion?
As gentle as a loving mother
who eases the pain.
It listens to all unuttered moans....
....and dries away the eternal rain.
Estrellita Dedel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prose-to-night/
