NIGTH

NIGHT

A piece of moon,

Lost in the air;

An acrid smell,

A scent of sea.

The taste of the wind,

On earth to scratch;

A pain, a lament,

An owl chirping.

The weak light,

Weak, yellow;

The door closed,

Locked the window.

The pain of departure,

A star to shine;

The furious radio,

Someone to cry.

The night that arrives,

Your smells in the air;

Murmurs of the night,

Someone to dream.

* J.L.BORGES
1978