HOUSE IN THE WOODS

I like
kissing hands
of a man
And I like
giving names
to the plants.

And I like
to open the doors.
Open wide –
In the night!

Oh, night!
The tomb of sounds
My steps die away
into the break of day.
We never sleep –
me and the trees.

The wind.
And silence.
But no sleep.
A pleasant scene –
the water runs in the stream
singing its lullaby to me.

I surrender.
I almost sleep.
Somewhere around
a man has drowned