The night is at its most full while sleeping

Warm winds from long ago
The air waves
And the land bends there of itself

Pillars of mist and summer

Knocking on the door of my friends house
I turn my hand as the moon comes out

In all this there is a familiar architecture
Features i remember

But the face is new,

Fresh



Night Movements
Galleri Thomas wallner
Simris, 2020