Moonlit Sunshine

While shadows speak like they never did,

While sawdust hands wait for the wind,

While far away seems nearer than ever,

While the music plays from nowhere,

While the fire isn’t fierce anymore,

While eyes shut to actually see,

While footsteps are smaller, fewer,

While the sea side is now the companion,

While the train foot-board brings back that one image,

While the walls are empty,

While the doors are shut from the outside,

While the story is unsaid,

While the two worlds stay,

While this side of the moon isn’t the one,

While our world is somewhere,

Still Alive,

I am, Yet, I am.