The night was breathless and full of threat.
The hand dived into the darkness,
Instantly becoming wet with sweat.
The sea completely calm in its starkness.

There was a melancholy, hopelessness,
Something more distinct in this drift, callousness.
From the walls of the cranium, waiting to emerge,
Though swept through the crown with electric discharge.

Dawn flashed about seven o’clock in the morning.
The sun was in a hurry to be born again from the ocean of ink,
Ripping the sky wound, spreading to the full horizon, burning…
Sooner or later the night will cease, that never would go without kink.

Even the midnight madness has expiration date:
Cold ice melts under the direct sun rays,
Sweet sugar dissolves in the stale water plate,
But sometimes night water burns…


You’d never expect that…

…covered us with dark sky.
The wristwatch told me,
That it’s time to pass by
For summer’s joyous cry.

Walking through my autumn town,
Waltzing on the golden cover
Of maple and chestnut leaves.
Continuous yellow, bottom to top.

Of linden honeyed smell,
Wraps around my silent thoughts.
Only the creaky tram bell
Disturbs the night with electrified shots.

Someone cuddling while asleep,
And I will too surrender to a dream,
For a stop or three.

In my fanciful dream
I’m in lush green,
Carried by water stream.
It’s like I’m still fourteen…

But the tram stops…

Now awoken, with drowsy frown
I left into the night.
On streets of my town,
I saw no familiar light…

The skyline's view, it blinds,
With all the light it has.
But nothing really takes a bind
On persons' sense of time.

Lush cupolas of green,
So close they can be reached,
And quaint tongue of light
At distance grows with time.

The life we trudge and lead
Is nothing more but travel,
From natures shy caress
To bustling city center.