Mind in the clouds, shadow on the moon

walking a road of an autumn night

to the valley below

Lights in the trees guide me on

that seem always to move away when I look at them

Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa

In a world alive with dying

this is the land of evergreen

and those within who cast no shadow

send word to the stars that an age is ending

Soon the shadows in the hills will join me

companions in the gathering night

eyes I cannot see watching, waiting

returning with me to the valley below

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Now seems as good a time as any for the planet to be invaded by aliens.

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Photo by Sergey Pesterev on Unsplash