Eclipse

"It bewitches itself
and rests on itself
and pours and spills on itself
and over itself it rises
towards another song we cannot hear
music of music
silence and fullness
rock and tide
sleeping intensity
where sounds and shapes dream

It is the secret noon
The soul sings, facing the sky
and dreams in another song
just vibrating light
silent fullness of life"

Excerpt of "Midnight", by Octavio Paz.

Another night scene, I did this one from memory. I find his kind of painting very rewarding, meditative and peaceful...just like the night. Who knows what words are being whispered, what songs and poems being created as the magic of dreams comes alive?.