A full moon in the deadest of nights,
quiet and peaceful,
no-one in sight,
the stars are glittering like jewels in the sky,
staying faithfully by the moon,
a companion to the eye.
The buildings around us all at ease,
people are sleeping,
dreaming to please,
tossing and turning in their warm beds,
thinking of a brighter tomorrow,
but here I am lying in a field on the dirty floor,
gazing at the stars that I so much adore,
without a care in the world,
I’m so at ease,
lying here under the mid-night’s sky with no-one to please.