Down The Road

 

 

Crime Space 

 

 

The light shudders,

It shakes off beasty shades,

The hot breath of fire soothes,

There are no whispers,

There are crackling sounds of burning woods,

When darkness lights up inside,

The unreal becomes real,

But there is no trustworthy witness,

 

The bear skin sprawls on the floor,

Cast in bronze pink and gold shadows,

The shades queen is long gone,

But beauty of night insists,

Like heavenly glow around angels,

If angels exist,

Like a candle flame that dies in the wind,

Like noise of rain behind gothic windows,

 

Poison or hope heal any pain,

Any passion is lethally risky,

Liaisons are always dangerous to others but us,

From failure to failure we learn a couple of lifesaving tricks,

Falling in love we jump into the ocean,

Enjoying a swim with sharks,

The biggest cowards become daredevils,

Not wearing lifesaving jackets,

 

Incense sticks are burning out,

They have been ranting all night,

The aroma of intrigues and gossips,

The aroma of tears and loving arms,

The aroma of a magic flute song and red lipstick,

They smell like a man or a woman,

When love is in the air,

The train of night’s gown should have a texture of sheer mystique,

In a labyrinth of time,

 

Night dissipates,

Visions start wearing off,

The light beam gets paler and paler,

Suddenly it is impaled,

The light falls down on crime,

The moon is already too weak to testify,

It saw what happened one year ago,

The evidence is in the drawer.