THE SURRENDER OF NIGHT
wounded night has travelled alone;
across the immense spiny desert,
smeared with severe pain of
severance, perhaps some
accord was between
you and moonlit
mystery;
neither you’ve came nor the beam
of moon sprinkled on the gloomy
dunes of life, the dried out a
river and nomadic sand
piper sang the song
of rainy season;
although
the sky had no single piece of cloud,
the swarm of glow worm flapped
the wings entire night, don’t
know why; illumination
didn’t appear, the
darkness
reached to extreme opaqueness; the
shadow even lost the escort, at
last; the stars have sank one
by one in the dark dust
of cosmos, the vast
emptiness was
left over
on the chest, eyelash couldn’t incline
for a moment, dreams have left
the delicate net of mind, in
the end of travel, night
has capitulated the
persona with
depressing
mood into the lip of eastern horizon - -
