Silent lies the night
(2001) Silent lies the night, Like the deceased's shroud; The wind brushes by, Like the cold caress of mortality. Slumber reigns in every household; The voice of life has subsided. But, I stay on my lonely vigil- Accompanied by the stars, Accompanied by my solitude And my thoughts And my happiness, my tears, My hopes, my despair, My courage, and my fears. Lying under the canopy Of the great, wide, unending sky, My thoughts turn into a kaleidoscope Of emotions, of events, Of faces, of voices, Of jovial days and ruthless nights; My life as a vast unending sequence That bridges yesterday and tomorrow. Where did it go- All that I loved? Where did it fly- All that I dreamt? And when did it happen, how- That I became what I had not been? The night does not respond To any of these queries; It just stretches on Into a vast area of darkness, It just dulls The blazing despair of the day; It does not fill The deep void within. The last dying embers of the household lights Burn out, one by ...