My soul…

In the inaction in my sleep
in the inertia of my darkness
you require commitment debilitating.
You ask for light, bright light, sun light
while we are at midnight, deep darkness.
And you are afraid.
You hear the macabre cries of Gionis
the bat’s fluttering in stillness
and you tear apart for the sweet daybreak that’s coming ..
And we have a sunny day, happy one.
But you’re shaking. Why?
You count the sense of contrast
of sleep from wakefulness and you ask for darkness
deep darkness to come back
to move unseen, you say.
Frankly, I do not understand you.
You’re getting absurd, my soul …..