Last night the moon visited me.
She came alone and at dawn.
She entered silently through the large windows of my bedroom
flooding the space with its pale white light.
From the depths of the dream
I felt his presence on my face and eyelids.
Called me to meet.
I followed the call.
The meeting occurred
and woke up from the dream.
I opened my eyes and saw her head on.
An intense glow shook my marrow
and transported me to the world
of the eye that never sleeps.
Wakefulness and sleep, the same reverie.
It was only a brief second,
an eternal second
in which the ephemeral eternity of the instants
who were present, but they are already gone
covered it all.
After, I fell back to sleep.
This morning, on waking,
I have remembered the night meeting
Y, in doing so,
the eye that never sleeps is still awake.
A path opens
between waking sleep and waking sleep.