Light Version Of The Night Poem by Zyw Zywa

Without any prospect, it's cold
and silent, however graciously
the wind may play with the snow

Behind the window across the street
children eat sweets and watch
the whirling ballet

the herring gulls in the ice-hole
they keep open, white
bobbing gulls in black water

and on the surrounding grey of ice
black spots of coot are stepping
through the white flood of flakes

the light version of the night
there is not much left
the world is closing, I miss you

I watch and linger and wait
no, not for you, for something
in myself that is not yet there

my thoughts dissolve
in the snow, like lights
that loom up and extinguish