Nightflower

Oh dear night
of the mediterranean spring
with your nurturing caress.
Everything that has been screaming
under the daylight
now is far more present
with its slender voice.
The proximity between me
and the prying eyes
of noisemakers and all - killers
has sank.
The time of everyday need granted its place
to the time of value.
Oh dear night,
I may now expand into your deep vastness
with humble greatness.
 
28/4/2020 (late midnight of course)