Image source: A painting from My collection.
The shadowy night whispers
It’s only objective
To call You into it
To stop and to take a listen
The murmurs of yesterday that still glisten
Are You ready?
They say
To crumble and let go
I still hold on but I want to turn into gold
Carefully now, let it all unfold
Nothingness
Reaps the rewards from this
He is lying naked on the floor waiting for it
This is it
Waiting for me to succumb to it
It turns out to be a friend
Sitting in my den
I can see him lending a friendly hand
A fresh pair of eyes
To see through the disguise
The demise of an identity
Can only be in the face of great uncertainty
Ian Altosaar
