Bird's Song

I listen to a sleepless bird on the night,
There is no moon or stars above,
And the hope is a sweating nightmare…
All souls are passing through the light,
Like it was saturday, but it is not.

I listen to my breath and my heart beating,
Blinking eyes and no words could say…
Because my brain was a wirlwind,
Lost on my timeless parallel space,
Like it was saturday, but it is not.

I listen to steps walking away,
And some soul were crying too,
But the sun appears at the horizon,
And that beautiful apparition vanished,
Like it was saturday, but it will never be
( Like that again. )