I couldn”t sleep tonight, I am awaking with thirst for stories Fireflies wove those stories many days ago
In my distant deserted allies of childhood village
Today in the long hours of load shedding I seek
Beautiful, eccentric, enchanting stories of light
I search for that delicate damsel, evening-scented breeze.
Night-rose bloom in the patio, amazing fragrance
Enter the window evading the guard of fireflies
Still that exquisite enchanting fragrance of the body
Cling to my nerves in every breath.
Utter solitude as if an endless ocean
Washed away the destitute life in the night
I burn in thirst of story at this endless inopportune time.