Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Manasa Kumaravalu

On a Cold Dark Night
 
Talking to myself I was,
On a cold dark night
There was silence around
And no one in sight
Someone was watching me
I realized with a start.
To that benign visitor
I poured out my heart
Unspeakable dreams I had
And lay awake in fright
I relived them with this stranger
On the cold winter night
Comforted by him I drifted
In and out of sleep
The swishing wind sometimes
Breaking the silence deep
The leaves rustled softly
To the wind’s tune
They were laughing at me
For I’d been talking to the moon