Sonja Sh.

Nighted Moment

Sedated by damp air of midnight
Impatiently I wait for dawn
And for the first dream of morn
(Then I pray to faded image of God
As I kneel shrouded with mud
“Erase all my memories of him,
Bury my self disdain down deep
Turn this sedation into eternal spring…! ”

My broken window pane is dancing
Inside demonic circle with wind
Which keeps on tearing apart my curtain
Making it fly as it touches my skin
And again I see forgotten dream
A dream of past, sweet but unreal
(What’s the secret of dreaming?
What’s the purpose of living?
I do not know ...