tortured, vaporous voices subside
giving in to wind and lulling light,
pacified as if by magic.
Free to bathe in the silvery calm,
my heart greets peace like a sister,
loathing the sun, a merciless master,
and its ephemeral troubles.
Soon, dawn will vanquish the moonglow
and its sweet, fleeting promise:
the bright certainty of pain
will bind my heart again.