This night

My mind can’t find anything beautiful
I walk losing mindfulness evading
the ambience, the skies thoughtful,
this bad genius fell over me flaming.
I recover force to see merciful
constellation’s cows and hunts, erasing
day labor’s ashes, workers careful
returning home, while others are saying
goodbye to silly dreams for tomorrow,
the traveler walks down branches watching
his lighted body wretched through madness,
is the nocturnal air, its limpid glow
asking us go to sleep now, longing
plenty mornings to pursuit happiness.