A sun surrenders, far in the distance.
Unsettled darkness, surfaces
from beneath the water.
Tangerine lights burst,
until the calling of a new day arrives.
In the silence, Nobody
speaks and nobody listens.
Yet I feel, violet eyes are watching me,
screaming before midnight comes.
And when it comes,
the velvet sky is soft but dark,
and if you try hard enough
you can hear the cries of lonely sparrows.
They are like us,
except we are lost in stupidity,
dreams and time and expectations.
What a joke.