Die Alone In the Yellow Night
Die in the Yellow Night
Like tired shades, I walked
While the sun stumble in its footsteps!
I know that the long-distance will shrink
When the horizon absorbs it all!
I was alone, and there was nobody
Awake even the willow tree.
The heavy silence was shaking
the linden shades,
The entrances of the thresholds,
The rust of the windows, the rooms,
the cupboards,
The pictures and scattered letters all around,
While the cold breaths of grief
jumping in my blood and steal,
all my attempts to sleep!
I and the grief became as one!
It dissolves into me as ember melts
In the flames.
I know when oblivion walls devour
Nostalgia will be end.
But perhaps, when the light trembles,
the spectrum of yours will be emitted,
And I'll retained a little bit of your smell
before the drowsiness possessed me,
But today I am lonely...
And this night is sleeping under the ice!
I answered when you asked me:
Is there a way to predict
what did the river hide in its heart?
Maybe, when it overflows,
all the details of the truth will show up.
The whine of the night was knocking
At the doors, by those whom had passed.
Poplar leaves was weeping,
when they heard the howling of wind,
And the smell of the mountain
when it flows of full memories,
revealing all the scared visions of knowing the end.
I walked like tired shades,
and disappeared within the night.
The night that erases every thing but itself!
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