ئامادەبووانى ئێستا 38 میوان

A cold night

The world is in its darkest of its duration

This community is a sad place tonight

The winter is at its peak

The moon is in its brightest of it

At this moment of time tonight


Love is the greatest worshipping sanctuary

The sense of both new and forgotten

Hidden in the shadows and apparitions

Of my soul


I stare at the absence of any sound or noise

Illuminating like it is morning

I stare up at the navy sky

Not a cloud, only a blue of a beginning..

For a long time watching the colors of glazes erode slowly into the night.

I lie in the little bit of moonlight and think of the way I might find him again.


Not that i have lost him

My heart call a very slight distance

Very faraway to attain.