Falling night
behind a
vanishing door.
Four suffocating walls.
A misty smoke
traces torn images
of my scrawny
shadow on
the damp walls.
On the floor
of my mind,
dusky colours,
fostering
desire for
rebirth. On
the dry canvas
-- blank -- stars
shed no light.
In the port
of pale doubts
and insecurity,
along with
the serene
lucid moonglade,
the enchanting
feel of nature's
riddles wades in.
It, as I
walk through
the streets,
scatters on
the roofs and
vanishes into
the earth's deep
in search of truth.
Closed doors. The
lonely vedettes,
guarding peace
of night for humans,
it seems here too
are the walls.
Shadows of
the rain lie
so vast
like the sea,
and cast a
fading question
mark on the sky.
Wet sand.
The night, the
breeze swept over,
surges into me.
'Did not you
see ? I have
become a man'
She laughes. Her
laughter, like
sweet memory
of a sleazy
grey cloud,
pours down and
drips through me.
I cannot see;
The night...
The night had
dawned.