IT'S DARK WITH ONLY CANDLELIGHT

In the dark new moon night

There’s little light inside

In this big, old room

Full of candelabra and paintings

and carpets worn out.

And I lie here

Upon the big armchair

With eyes wide open

Staring into the blackness

Where spirits and mysteries lie…

Here’s a little candle burning

A moth flies from nowhere

And like a houri, hovers gracefully

Tiny raindrops drizzle outside

And an ant creeps slowly into the intensity

Of the candlelight

In the same space and time

In this same dark night

When cries my soul inside

 And sleepy creatures come to life.