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somewhere behind the clouds

the moon is shifting

precise and faithful towards the schedule of its cycle

always on time

entirely unaffected

by the instability it can cause

through its passage

it seems

that the introduction

is opening

with an end

as cold is cutting into layers of the mind

where consciousness had no access before

closing doors to the past

which had been left open

far too long already

creating draughts in the heart

scattering love

into isolated sparks

preventing the flame of inner light to burn

stable enough to be trusted

it seems the introduction is opening with and end

closing the door to draughts of doubt

undermining every initiative

for love to flow

freely

wonder where

and why

and how

to begin

frosty mist

and sober silence

enveloping dawn

veiling the endless possibilities

of a breaking day

prolonging the state of sleep

into consciousness

as reality seems

at the same time

out of reach

and closer

having lost

the beauty of grieving

every loss

becomes insurmountable

and every grief encapsulated

damming up life

draining the body

confusing the mind

and surfacing

when the resistance is no longer strong enough

to restrain

in what ever form

it has transformed into

through the years of denial

making one blind

to the beauty

in the seal of the moon

rising softly

behind naked trees

while the stars withdraw silently

into dawn

irreversible realities have irreversible consequences

denial is always possible

but not preventing consequences

from working their way through

the underworld of consciousness

while the moon

is playing hide and seek with clouds

having no power to decide upon

when it is time

to shine out bright

irreversible reality

sentencing to dead

an intimate dream

killing all sort of fantasies

and yet

opening a door

towards

what can be found

beyond dreams and fantasies

what is

eternal

no matter how many dead sentences

how many executions

the crescent above the treetops

and a clear sky only covered with stars

greeting patiently

the new beginning

as if nothing had ever changed

soothing rain

on a loving morning

where the reminiscences of the night

are full of tenderness

where a beloved hand softened the skin

where the heart is full

and the mind light

soothing rain

closing the pores gently

to let the body absorb

the glimpse of eternity

it was given to disclose

miracles can be found

in a good nights sleep

allowing an awakening

into new perspectives

the release of anger was

what opened the door

for restorative rest

to cradle the heart

not an outburst of emergency

but a silent

almost scientific approach

to the disturbances in the emotional landscapes

destabilising the inner balance

recognising anger

without letting emotions

rule the day

a bright ray of moonlight

is falling in through the window

illuminating the dark

without revealing the room

sleepless hours are not meant

to make important decisions

in spite the desire

running through the mind

to change all habits

that has come to define

who we are