My Night Queen

She lives in the dark,

and can't see her way ahead,

Have gotten used to the blindness,

But feels enlightened in her head.

In her knowledge somewhere though,

She nurtures a dream of light,

She has stars in her eyes,

But enjoys more the glamour of the night.

She lives in the dark,

and there she wishes to stay,

And wants to be loved in the dark,

but not in the light of the day.

N.

Biker without a bike

Give me some grass and give me some steel.

Give me some air and I'll give you one deal.

I'll let you crawl, if you just let me fly.

Won't impel you to change, just let me get high.

I'll not even look back to sneer, I'll let you be.

I'll set you free to rot, you just set me free.

N.

Seasons

One more evening passing by, one more sunset on the horizon, one more struggle watching helplessly a day coming to an end, wishing for it to stretch a few hours more in hope of a miracle. In hope that those few hours are all that is needed to bring back that long forgotten smile, that much missed joy, that one reason to love life again.

Then nights. The hopes fading away like the vision of heavy weary eyes into a half sleep. The anguish slipping into a calm like a tired baby’s cry.

Numb. Blank.

Then…a new dawn. The first ray felt by the closed eyes. The first dim strokes of an old favorite colour on the horizon. The warmth like that of first streaks of light after a long polar night. The first chirping of an early bird on the roof and a light breeze. A faint rustling of dried leaves in the backyard…soft footsteps of someone approaching slowly. A smell of roses. A bright silhouette in the haze beyond the window and a hint of smile…that long forgotten smile?… A dream?…An end of a nightmare? A twinge and a fear…and a springtide of laughter…uncontrolled…wild…free.

Frozen…

But then again...everything melts and everything withers away. Life is just a passing of seasons.