Open the door and a spell of silence
If I can call you now or later…
Night is prefaced by a sultry evening
Now a soothing breeze blowing,
A piece of paper is flying around
Scrap of paper or is it done away with?
Is there a swarm of honey bees on a tiny flower?
Where to find them in silent hours?
Immerse in this darkly universe
If only one can think of survival,
Life is barely getting a look in now.
If I want to capture the mien of my circle
It is the time to go back behind the eyes
And change the way to see the world.