Writings

  

Night after night

I’m a man with nothing to do,

and no means to do it.

A man with no place to go,

and no way to get there.

The howling dogs won’t stop barking.

Night is a circus of anarchy.

I forget the self that wasn’t there.

It’s just another round

of suffering and merriment.

My shoulder is against the dawn.

I want to break free

like a rising moon.

All the erotic ladies in red lipstick

are moving through my dreams.

I scan the darkness for your eyes.

My soul’s cry is larger than a year.

Even if every tomorrow went nowhere,

I would sing my way to you.

Here I am, walking, crying,

circumnavigating my heart.

Walking to nowhere’s darkness —

and everywhere’s light.

Stumbling at the crossroad.

 

                copyright  Cheja  2011