Moonlit night,
Her question
Answers itself.
Moonlit night,
Her question
Answers itself.
Breaking into
Empty houses
And opening shutters
Late Summer winds
Visiting what had been.
Inside damp walls,
Rotten furniture and
Empty halls
Are still.
There’s nothing like
Cloud watching with
A crystal blue sky.
A birds soars, brushing
Against clouds; my soul
flies with it.
Listening
To the rythm
Of bird calls.
A dusty apartment,
plastic stickers glue together
a broken mirror.
Cold walls,
The sunlight snagged
In barbed wire.
Nightly rains
more and more stars
on swaying leaves.
Moonlight
On my glasses.
Insomnia.
I woke to the quiet night,
grabbed my pillow and
shuffled the dreams inside.
The brown leaves fall
and a lizard on my wall
Ah!- quiet in the city.