When the tiring day
Weighs on eye lids
I melt into a short death
Just few hours long…
And I float, float and float away

Vision blurred
I see blanks on both banks of river
Then waking up to a sudden arousal

I see no lust, no love, just calms
In your eyes
And I wear another day in my eyes
Awakening to fall into,
Into the emptiness of existence
And to live the hope of another death