The garden in the night
Makes an impression to be more than it seems
When the shapes ordinarily ordinary
Try hard to imitate the dreams.
Every corner unlit by the moonlight
Wild imagination inhabits
Gentle breeze rattles leaves of the oaks
Silent notes played on the ends of your wits.
Every step in the moonlight is greater
Every whisper in the darkness disturbs the unseen
The night is softly embracing…
Watch out! Stars may fall on your head.
Time to retrace your steps in the dewed grass
And kiss the moon goodnight.
Where is the garden of your dreams?
It dissolves slowly in the morning light.
Klaudia Khan is a mother of three lovely daughters, masha Allah. Her passions are travelling and writing.