Women reflect on the moon
Sweeping in the night
His shoulders are all over the stars
and firefly fireflies in dim eyes
Legs slowly soot up the embankment
The liver begins the rising wound
What are you waiting for there moon?
Waiting for a flickering star?
What is the wind chant of night?
Or the dreams of the angels?
Since dusk became a bridge
for the afternoon at night
I wait for morning, oh woman
Do you know ?
If orange guessed nerka
and morning guessing
Love touches both
Some are perpetuated by time
Love hugged broken; missed jealous of jealousy; storm buoyed semi song
If you feel gloomy in the depths of the night
Come up with me and wait for the morning
Women and the moon hug in silence
Sangat puitis ya