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