The Generations


My dark eyes came from dark nights
The story from which I had to arrive
I turn my face of silence aside
To the center direction, inside
There is no solace in this world for me
I however use my darkness
To look for light, where the galaxy
The stars which are my eyes
Burn for life, life’s funny games
In the places where the night
Grows darkest, I have survived
My dark eyes come into densest night
Lamps crowd together as lovers
Who dream an hour by necessity
To exchange some light and darkness
The story from which we depart.