Gathering darkness Within my palms -
then slowly, letting it escape
Two cats are licking
Their palms, one is blurry
Standing upside down
One white mattress
so many colors, the night-light
leans above
Inside the morning
coffee, the glass handle
cast it's shadow
Walking up the street
The same road through which I came
My hands still empty
This so called silence
is constantly changing, I
wonder where it is
Heavy rain washes
The streets, lucky drops falls
Into a fountain
Over a small field by the road
sprinkles are painting on the sky |
