Moonless Midnights

Darker than the moonless midnights

How could you know the ordeal of nothingness in swarm?

The pursuance of incandescence in the darkness,

the wandering of the incalculable vehemency,

How could you know that?

But somewhere still there is place of continual yielding of the hopes

in the horizon, still somewhere a place exists

where every acute turn of the road raises the curiosity,

the curiosity to get what i left behind or

what went away from me.