Getting Nowhere Out Of The Box Poem by Erwin Maramat

As you lift your cloudless eyes,

your words—a clockwork of divine beauty—

stroll down this uncultured mind

to sow and grow infatuation

over time.

When the day calls it a day to make way for the sulky twilight with the intent to bring forth sleep,

I sing with the deepening voice of the midnight hour

hoping that your shutters are unattended,

so my longing may steal a kiss,

but a wishful fool is all that I am,

crowned with the shadow of silence.

This much is certain

that away I must go and lead myself astray

to not let what's within entangled with

the locks of your golden love.