the night keeps the tears, and condenses them in the eyelids, your eyes. like a rhyme, which receives approval, without grumbling.
the night has confirmed its dark, we draw it with light, the lights flicker, glow in the distance
hug me, before time passes frozen, before all longing is extinguished. Hug me!
we reap memories, which are released, a kind of happiness that is played back, in the mind that holds a smile
there are voices echoing from the past, the tinkling of the piano, the vibrating of the guitar strings, the rhymes that hold the pain, the history of tears
someone repeats the news, spells tears, because that's all that's left, remembering the fading trail
what is painted, maybe time is restless, the clock ticking in your heart, calling out
we spell signs, traces in rhyme, dreams in poetry, your face is also reflected in my face
in the air we spell the sign of the universe, which exists and does not exist, there is only one existence
*Poem and Digital Painting by: 