A walk in the clouds

Tonight.
When you read a poet's life,  you may see just another person who had paused to take a breath. Among the posts that had dried, maybe you will find a person who breathed. Maybe deep in the night when the wind will serenade at the window panes,  maybe you will hear him as he wanted to be heard.
Tonight.
When you think about the poet's words, you may see a person hidden behind.

For tonight
When you walk with the poet
Maybe the moon will rise.