Of Longing

I

In this town
People die around 10 o’clock.

The sky is vast
With a swelling nothing
Between earth and heaven,

A gravedigger wanders
For voices,

Inside tombs
Ghosts recollect life
In whispers.

II

I penetrate this night
Into unending streets

Lit by lamps lighting
Shadow; a throbbing orb
Entrapping me

From another;
Widening shadows in between,

There,
In night’s deepest slumber
A star flickered.