After Midnight
I saw the stars very far
As far as I am from them
They were visible in this moment -
moments of the twinkling past
In the boundlessness of darkness
These hours
pursue the morning in the night
And I can't decide
Am I living this life for the first time?
Or repeating it forgetting while living
the first moment of breath always!
Does fish too drink water?
Or the sun...
