a night of broken sleep
falling a part
under a full moon
flooding light
everywhere
especially the darkest corners
of the mind
anywhere else
the nothing spectacular
about a particular sunrise
is no reason to be
ahead
or behind
nor anywhere else
than in this proper moment
where light breaks
into dawn
nagging
begging for love
is a rather humiliating situation to be in
the more
when the mind does not know
how to be
any different
leaving the beggar
in a sort of constantly nagging pain
nagging about
being a beggar
nagging about
not being able to be
any different
while life
goes one
naivety
silent dripping
nourishing rain
washing away
the innocence
of a childish mind
order
changing the order of things
can sometimes be
enough
to change the circumstances
the more when order is
an important part of the structure
a not particular spectacular sunrise
is still a sunrise
crystal
blue sky
and cold nights
crystal clear morning light
nothing extraordinary
and nothing plain
nothing to
explain
timbre
when the tone of the voice
becomes hard
every heart closes
and everything that is being said
even the most tender words
can only be registered by the mind
submitted to the intellect
running like poison through the blood
but never flourish
though spring is here
boasts
spring is here
all the shades of luminous green
emerging
boasts of hope
under waves of light
erasing shadows of
exhaustion
honours
a glorious sunrise
after a week of grey
greeting spring
with all the honours
such an arrival
deserves
neglect
working through old layers
of pain
almost impenetrable
after years of neglect
almost unbearable
and yet
necessary to handle
in order to move on