The night is not dark
More blue and filled with errors
This is the twilight zone
A place for melancholy
And desire
Long gone memories returning
To the land of the dead
Fear and frozen fingers
Silence and mosquitos
Only the tiny creek
Provides some distracting noise
Listen, listen
Because you will not hear
Anything
Unless you are humble and patient
The forgotten gods is almost gone
Still present in the
White summer night