Peycho Kanev writes

Lonely Together

Morning light cuts through

the fading eyes of the night

Warmth hugs the trembling

green blades of grass

and again everything dance

the slow dance of life

I breathe slowly

Life is drained out of me

in a sea of bad memories

After a while I look up and

I start walking through the newborn

sunbeams filled with nostalgias

The plain opens up in front of me

with a sigh heavy with silence

I stride towards my dream

Light then darkness then light again

And then the center of it all where

nothing moves

Here I turn out the lights and cover

my self with a blanket of blank pages

with only one ink spot