On a moonlit night,
I was sleeping tight
when he came
without a name
knocking impolitely
and so loud
that I jumped off
turning the off
lights on searching
wildly for my glasses
among the masses
of things piled in my table.

I opened the door
and saw the moor
bare and empty
except for a packet
left on doorstep
giving a help
to a poor man
like me so I lifted
it and glanced around
to look for the
cherub that left this
but little I know what is inside.

I opened the untidy
cover to see a letter
from a man who
was a friend of mine
long ago but went
missing on a moonlit
night like this,
with it were his hoodie,
cap and glasses
that reminded me
of him alot thus
I rushed out.

On top of a tall rock
he stood gazing at
the moon
but he looked
pale and lifeless.
I ran towards him
but little did I know
that this was an illusion
to answer my sorrow
still I keep the gift
safe in memory of the
visitor from up above.