The moment you
begin to be silent
is the moment
your earlobes
come wide awake
as if you’re confronted
with your own image
when you’re
half asleep
and looking at the mirror
with the other half
wide awake
and you listen
like cat and mouse
only hearing
a dog in distress
mourning
the night away
giving you creepy feelings
like a Halloween dream
as you close
your eyes
to mask the pain
before the moon
comes visiting
your window
to wish you
sweet dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem