Friday, April 10, 2009
The light is searching the lamp;
The lamp is seeking the light.
Both the light and the lamp are groping
In the dark, to find each other.
The brook and water estrange and part away.
The hornbill explore the scorched clouds
Over the empty wilderness of hopes.
Redolence leaves the blooms of yesterday.
The cage is eagerly wandering to find out
The bird that flew away, from its caress.
The imbeciles are lighting a torch,
To kill the darkness at noon.
And I am awaiting the return of my beloved
Who went away without saying a word...?