Night
I watch the yellow moon on a colourless night
Sounds of cricket breaking the hum of silence
Distant footsteps echo through the streets
It is a labyrinth to a visitor uncalled for
There is the sea, with a golden strip of fiery reflection of the moon
Nose is cold but the smell of Fall invigorates an old soul
Leaves fall from the vines
And hedges kiss the gardens long forgotten
Thus, old soul drinks from the fountain herein
Sun is the Moon
Moon is the Sun
So it is
And may it ever be
The moon is hidden!
Like the Sun in an eclipse
Breath of the dragon prevails nevertheless
Its coming to me
And everyone that sees it
Only the wise know it is the phoenix in its sleep
When he wakes
Summer will show its face once again
And leaves will also be ripe again
To dance the eternal dance
Acompanied by the sound of Creation
The night slowly makes its way away from here and now
Fire is extinguishted and the sea is calm once again
Lost sight of the moon, it is hidden by a dark cloud
The mist engulfs the visions in a comfortable way
Wake up and realize!
There is no dreams on such a solitary night
Impermanence it is
And can only ever be
Copyright © Tibor Viskovic | Year Posted 2024
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