Tonight there is a moon,
more than half, almost gibbous,
brightening the ground,
a gathering of stars,
perhaps a planet or two
in the clear spaces
between the streams of clouds,
and why would I not be happy?
It is a glorious world
where I spent the day
among carefree children
whose movements set to rest
all my fears and doubts,
for at least one more day.
What is this all for,
if not the joy of play,
and now this heavenly beauty
before I go to sleep?
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