I sit on the evening bench in deep thoughts
Minding nothing else but my thoughts
As if hypnotized by its tiny flashes
I sought the star gradually undresses
to music only he knows.
The night sky stripteases longer
til it’s oblivious of his shoulder
I stare at it; his face shows
when I walk with it; his body arches
While I’m in my deep thoughts, he trifles
So I continue walking as if two of my legs are not tired and weary,
I follow the star Polaris when my feet still coordinate with me,
Full of zest.
When I’m like this chasing the stars and walking towards the moon,
The eventide submits to me
I know I’d still prefer the long walks alone.