Nocturne The moon is a white spot in the sky, I see the sheened stars on my window, So beautiful it beguiles, Yet I remain awake, while the world sleeps, Dreaming, dreaming on a cradle of night.
In soft silence, I float on wings, To the edge of soft twilight, Yet I am still, yet I am free, And as the dark descends, I hear the low voice breathing time.
The moon is etched with romance, The night’s starshine glows, And every soft breath of night Leads me along the stars, In a night wind’s caress, that softly glows.
- Langston Hughes