My Sky Poem by Sina Farajzadeh

It's midnight, I'm here, under the rain,
It's dark, It's cold, and yet I hope.
I wish, I desire, I want. What?
I seek tomorrow!
I want good news,
I feel cold, my feet are wet,
I'm shaking; not because of chill,
But of fear, yet not of darkness,
I am afraid of bad news,
I'll die if I hear that once more.
It's raining, it's cold,
The sky is crying for me,
My dear sky is yelling for me,
My sky is screaming for me,
My sky loves me only! Only my sky.
A flash!
My sky makes me hopeful for the next day,
By a blink. A short but a promising blink.
I'm alone here, very lonely.
My eyes are wet as my face is,
My sky says, 'No! Don't cry! '
I feel calm, but again bad feelings choke me!
My sky shouts and blinks once again,
I love my sky mutually and unconditionally,
He really loves me, a sympathetic pal,
O, my sky, you're better than all fair-weathers,
Who are surronding me and my life,
I don't need them. You know what I want.
I am not aware of my fate, my destiny,
No oracles. Not sure of tomorrow!
My sky's weeping more and more,
He slaps my cheeks with his tear-drops!
What my sky wants to say?
He shakes me as if I am a leaf.
I clean my face with my innocent hands,
It's too cold here, too gloomy.
My sky asks me to breath, and I do,
Inhaling a deep one!
I feel fresh, I feel the grasses in pavement,
I feel the wet cats beside walls, even worms under soil.
Everything starts afresh.
It's too late,
I must rest, or may sleep
To have sweet dreams,
Till the end of the dawn.