Emptiness of Night

All alone with my conscience,

Eyes closed, staring at the sky,

Like monks who contemplated pins,

Letting their imaginations fly,

Counting higher and higher

Those creatures in the sky,

And starting from scratch

When they could no longer see

The objects of their fantasy.

Living silently atop of the hill,

Did they hear the whispers of night

Carried from far away without light?

Did they feel the emptiness of night?

Did they feel it just like me?