on a walk

sometimes, there are no words for the magic of a moment.
sometimes, it just happens,
you can see it, feel it and all the world is full of it.
its like sparkling.
tonight i could see the sparkels
on a lonely walk back home, through a nightly city full of people.
laughing. speaking. huging. kissing. enjoying.
i could see the magic of the night.
in the heart of the people. in the air.
in the light of the moon and the evening star.
it was as if the sky has two eye's. moon and star. and they looked at us, down there.
my heart was full of happiness.
thankfull.
and i wanted to cry.
maybe it was because of the beauty of the moment.
maybe i was in love with this moment.
maybe it was because i was there. alone.


sometimes i  cant find the words in my nativ language. isnt that strange?
 - la demoiselle-