The Song’s Lantern is the Night
The evening is saturated with scribbles of the frightened on
And my wall is empty / except from the shadow and the moon!
– I will not forget yesterday! –
I will not forget the rainbow /
or the wintry heart that congealed in my chest
to the rhythm of your talk!
Your talk was not a tent for my waiting sanctuary,
and it was not a cottage embraced by the orange tree.
So it abandons its scent!
But your talk remained. / And I remained an echoed cave!
And I added the clouds at the end of my name
since I ascended pain!
It neighs inside me like injustice.
Prophecy and the rain are overwhelming me!
I look at my smiling face…
And the song’s lantern
is the night…
And the song is a modern model of poetry!
– Asleep, until death shouts.