Sunday, November 29, 2009
Singing in the dark
It is a natural, there is a dark at night.
It is a black and plain.
Sometimes, it was painted with blue or green.
Sometimes, it was red.
Now, at this current time, on the dark side of the world,
someone is sitting and looking into the sky.
And he is wondering,
enjoying the lights of the night.
The light of the night,
sometimes it is just diming,
sometimes it is sparkling.
Feeling the night, flowing into rhythm of the night.
It is just another simple night,
and filling with silence,
except hearing the breath of air.
And then the sky starts dropping the stars,
I try to fly away and start spreading my wings.
Right at this moment, I close my eyes,
and start flowing into the stream of the wind.