A Silent Viewer

Scenes within the limits of vision- Gardens, flowers and the abstract songs of leaves Their ways of life The unseen cover of difference With many languages in mind I see their silent family ties. My inner self- As if an illusory mirror- Looking meditatively It also looks with strange eyes- Stares at a stranger. The night grows darker- In the chest of the night- With a lantern in hand, it searches for Or- Rotates like a radar to find The extreme art of oyster-pearls combination. Tired is a night-bird of groaning In the gap of leaves Alive is the night- Blows its aquatic wind - I see the Moon- Rolling down my fingers Stars are looking with sleepy eyes Silent bricks of the building- Absolute despair in their eyes- All the answers written in their silence.