<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>60</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">night murmurs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. You cannot lock the door<br>Now, night shall open it<br>For fireflies to come in<br>They slept in hiding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like you, fireflies fly away<br>Pallid cowards from rain<br>Lest their lights die in the mist</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wait by the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As true stars come again<br>Lighting night skies<br>My Fireflies shall reveal<br>Inferior flickers under<br>The now, brimming<br>Skies bursting<br>II.<br>How many full moons passed<br>Past your sad window? <br>Your fingers cannot tell<br>They’re used to gripping<br>Rusty doorknobs<br>A great deal to ancestry<br>Our human hands corroded<br>We cannot reach nor outrun<br>Rust becomes us</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>If we listen to dawn dreams<br>We shall hear prophets scream<br>Nothing<br>To a mutter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One speaks of the underworld so endless<br>Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies<br>No farther<br>Or it will break</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are no skies no caves<br>No edges no space<br>Nothing<br>To whisper</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV.<br>We are shooting stars in space<br>Shot into nothing<br>Yet we keep on shooting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the moment<br>We close down<br>We set strong feet on land<br>Like steel gates stilled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We look into our eyes<br>Tears are dwindling<br>Thus far, we cannot cease fearing<br>For nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V.<br>There is God<br>As the world keeps ears<br>For each earthworm in the void</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall hear us<br>Shouting the questions<br>Dinning, <br>Rocking the ruckus of cumulus<br>In this outcry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall know us<br>By eyes and mouth<br>By hand by footprints<br>And the grasses covering all</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484129" data-title="60 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="night murmurs 1. You cannot lock the door Now, night shall open it For fireflies to come in They slept in hiding Like you, fireflies fly away Pallid cowards from rain Lest their lights die in the mist You wait by the door As true stars come ag..."></div> </div> </div>

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