The eye of the evening
With the rise of the evening
the last sun ray
slips below horizon.
built by the hands of shadows
strongly salt darkness
closing its last embroidery.
The weather of the past
wrapped in a charismatic
became prey to a dark veil.
dilating the iris
the eye of the evening salt
opening up to study the sky.
Everything is in mute silence
as if the thief was darkness
who is preparing to snatch the life lived.
But my heart is not afraid
because he knows that the darkness
rise resurrection.
How light of a crib
distant dots of fire
s'accendon the dark time.
And in the mirror of life Immersions Silver
with the eye that opens up to new visual.
Nilodan L.Gi.Pi.
06/0/10
(photo processing staff)
