''Confessions are forbidden today.''
That’s what you told me yesterday
''What can I hope ?'' – you could be asked
If only …
If I didn’t know
a night of craving is between
and trading dreams for recollections
is a sin
in your eyes …caught inside
these motionless hours and spaces
haunted by empty shadows
repenting both sunshine and moonlight
lacking solemn pledges the shape of a heart.
As we speak I am searching
through the dustbin of life
for some thrown-away celebrations
To adopt and adapt.