FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

here, the gift of the night
is the silence, which i may
take as a ritual,
a cleansing of the stains
that the noise left inside my
thoughts,
like dusts settling peacefully
upon a chair,
thin crust, that i barely notice
until the wind comes and
blows it away,
as i pollute this room with
the restrained sneeze
and then the cough
this sickness
this harmony shaken a
bit, because
the smell of the one i love
has come again
uninvited.