At night I write
at night I pray
at night I bawl
unafraid
without care
unadulterated
or pretenses.
At night I let go
of the words
of my will, there is.
At night they are out
calling
wandering
gossiping
only to the moon.
At dusk they chat
exhilarated
to the moon I say
I exist
at night, I rest.

© Angela Aguiar