R I P E N I N G 2

Come, night,
and shimmer,
Let the wet sidewalk
glitter
Around the old lodge,
and alley --
Merging the present
to the unknown…

Cold mist
at the window,
Neon lights
in the room --
Let me come clean:
It is late --
Memory smells of
springtime…

Let me go – let me go
in peace…
For the last time
at your side,
Let the rain come in
through open shades
And moisten the
made-up bed…

Varand
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz