Beat of the Night

The beat of the night beats upon the silence,
with drums of wind that uproot the quietude,
and plants trees of time among hours grazing the dark,
transforming the horizon into a forest of minutes.
Each branch carries a new dawn in its pocket,
and the map of hours stretches out, is felt,
while the landscape breathes, alive and perpetual,
until the night yields, tired, to the first light.