Peycho Kanev writes

Observations

The light was coming down

from everywhere

and nowhere

                        like this

good old world deserves.

Pushing the darkness back

hitting it

                        like a hammer

on some rusty nail.

But then it hit the table

and the wine pitcher

which was full last night.

Then it tried to fill up its

shape just like water,

timeless and fleeting.

But that not possible, you see…

*

This world is covered with dust

of memories and bone silence.

*

And when you come, finally

at the end of days and at the end

of everything

                      there will be nothing

left for you to collect.

*

And I sit in the garden thinking of

nothing

thinking

this world deserves its darkness.

Where are you?

Everywhere, I am everywhere

 and nowhere. 

 Darkness -- René Holm