When The Rain Drops Fall
When the rain drops splashes on the window
they don't apologise
and no one feels the need to translate them.
When the mist falls on the narrow roads
hides the trees' neighbourhood
there is no question on the role of the light.
An owl screams from afar.
I fantasise he's sending messages
especially for me.
On how I once walked on a log at the heart of a sea
on mountains and hills I flew above like I was
On a raging silence like a desert
on a private space of mine, alone
where there's nothing