Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
The Night Follows The Day
I wanted one day for the sun to stay,
As if this funny star owned the light of the heavens
Like a lantern of the vast dungeon.
One house believed in fast work,
Another forbade the mysteries,
And the other forced a silent eerie air.
I never saw the sun as a round partner,
The day it spins from itself is thin,
The night that follows directly is sinful,
For the lantern of the deep is sitting once more.
Instead of the path that quakes,
There is a linearity, a straight creepy roadway.
I saw the stars at night one time,
The nearest were brave for being there,
Once the nights ate and drank their fill,
Living a life of blood and damage
That they avoided before their stay
In the sky so mournful of everyone.
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