Another Night

The night bears the silence

The night outshines the city lights.

The lyric flows

The past sinks deep into my heart

The past self has turned out to be false.

People party at night

I sense silence out of the bundle of noise.

Among the infinite space of silence

I try to look for a torch

And then a wall to touch.

When there is a touch of liquid on my hands

I was never quite sure what it was.

Could it be tears?

Tears from myself?

Or tears from the above?

The night always raises questions.

The night is always colder.

When I found a torch

I expected something warm.

Instead, I am lowered by the coldest truth.

A wall was only at the end of it.

I did manage to touch it.

Tonight is another night after another.

Tomorrow will be another night after this night.

The night gradually swallows up everything,

But the whiteness of snow.

Snow falls upon me,

I fall

Into another night.

Blind, Blind Not

The mass of that light I see

Rather light or grave,

That is not exactly a matter to me.

In the infinite darkness

I could make a use of it -

It becomes a very delightful thing, in that case.

Oh, man, you see the inside

Of her topless naked body.

You are striving to see

And be pleased to see it

And be thanking god for giving you the sight.

But, no.

You don’t even have the light I’d have used

In the infinite darkness of the fearing echos.

Is it so simple to come across

The one thing your wife should have told you.

Humans are too stupid to remember

Anything they heard what not to do.

But see that shameless blind.

His hands always searching for the right path;

Trying harder than any of the blessed who can see

That is how he lives a life.

Away from the world’s sins.

That one dreadful stick,

One onerous cry of a prostitute,

An early smoke from a funeral place.

He touches by and walks through.

I gather my hands for a prayer.