only one single thin layer
like a veil of a cloud
on the sky
otherwise generously illuminated
by the shine of the moon
a certain mildness in the air
and the wind whispering just to remind us
it is still there
only one single thin layer
like a veil of a cloud
is enough to disturb the surface of the soul
creating riddles
where insight is longed for
and yet these veils are never to be seen
as anything else than a tender protection
against the light
our hearts are not yet purified to reflect