The Night and Me ( in six parts )

This is poem of my mature years period,written on 30.7.74.


The Night and Me ( in six parts )


I


It was a cold July night


the rains have stopped


early in the evening


all around coolness was felt





the night was dark and damp


the streets silent


the roads were free


the buildings in rows


only the ever shining flickers


of the electric lights did I see





Here from above the multitude of houses


I came down in my helicopter


unnoticed


soundlessly


to disturb not


the silent sleep of the slumbering people


the warm kisses


the sensual feelings


the pleasurable joys


the ectastical sensitiveness of love


in the burning eroticism


of the young couple





II


I flew up higher


laughing myself to ife


the mutual reward of giving


the satisfaction of my ideals


I shared with my woman


deep in embrace





In a moment of high happiness


we declared ourselves as one


united in desire


the longing of sharing happiness


the longing of loving


of passion and affection now caught in one beautiful moment





we remained deep in our happiness


unuttered in words but felt


we embraced to love life


to live life


and all its beauty





III


I moved now into the silent night


to the world of calm reflection


stillness abound


rich in its stimulation


for in the thoughtful recesses


of his mind


the young scholar toiled


imagining, picturing, thinking


discovering and finding out





How I love life


and truth it rewards


to bath myself in the light of reason


I held my hands and fingers


raised above my head


and caressed the dark volumes


and shadows of my hair


my problem, my not knowing


the brilliance and the exposure


of the light of reason and happiness





IV


I walked out


into the darkness and mysteries


of the night


on every step I forward make


brilliance shone


my body was brilliance


the night stayed darkly





V


My helicopter


brought me down town


among the conflagration of


colourful neon lights


that adorned the streets and entrances


of this cold darkly night


My eyes were caught by the kicking of doors swung open


a man was pushed out


into the cold lonely night


wrapped in downcast dissatisfaction


he walked out feeling pain


quilt, worry and shame


satisfaction unfound


joy missed


the prostitute


hands on her heavy hips


stood legs apart at the doorway


shouted obscenities at the man


giggled at life


not knowing exactly what to say


she banged the door


and turned back


into the dark corners of


undernourished and undeserved life





I see no more


what the night shall bring to her


only a sad memory


and a cold mysterious hope.





VI


I looked behind me


the hours were late


the night more lonely


I flew faster


up and higher


running for the day


the brilliance to come.