When the night is liquid

I'm not in thirst

though throat gets puzzled

to see a river of night's shower

becoming slow motioned drops on lips

Sad moments

welcome dark and silent nights

to listen to heart's tiny but grave voice

to feel the light dark beams can provide

in evergreen exotic moments of loneliness

Thirst captures me

inducing desires to grow darker

ruining principled limbs of an aging bird

fallen from its flight onto an uneven ground

When the night is liquid

a tendency to sink in it arises

while people with no courage to resist

will whistle to make me dance in an ancient cave