A Morning Of The Winter Version

The storekeeper arrives.

In this silence of warm crystal morning

A key unlocks a store door

Struggling through everything absolutely frozen

With only a small sound of cling.

When the door is flung opened

There’s a sound of the bells.

That is how the awe of last night

Is shattered into pieces of light.

And then I see another world of

What was tomorrow of yesterday.

The unmoving air

Make trees stay even darker.

Birds constantly sing,

But without flapping their wings.

In this vacuumed atmosphere

The sun rays penetrate through every sound molecule

And glorify the gleam to the new extremes.

And then I stay silent;

I do not wish to shatter further

The already cracked moment.

With a blow of a breath

I could make a butterfly fly.

I let the touch of my finger tip

Wake the dormant leaf.

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.