The night, sealed by your silent cry
for solitude, disintegrates into
missing elements.

The day, which has come as usual
at the wrong time,
does not fit into the sky here,
it clashes with
the hard-to-digest hour.

I count your sins, even though
I know that future
will find your lost destiny.

Your thoughts are pure,
and your desires are even more beautiful,
which I try to fulfill despite
the black roads that fawn on
worn feet.

I do not understand the shouting
of the crowd, I do not remember
who showed me the way back.

My tears, although white, empty
and long overgrown,
today carve a broken lifeline.
I seek inspiration
among your memories,
I long for hope that shimmers
in the green abyss of your gaze.

I do not want my longing
to disturb anyone.
I refuse to let tomorrow evening
consume me.