At dusk,
Sitting by the balcony
A glass of water here
A comfy chair there
To admire the stars alone?
If only.
Under the night sky
The moon
In all its splendor
Well rounded,
Counselor,
Keeper of secrets,
My secrets.
Reflecting light,
Telltale signs
Of a possible tomorrow
And a light,
That exists elsewhere.
When the sky reveals a dark veil
My friend appears
A good listener,
But not much of  a speaker.
-Dante
O.D. 