in the twinkling night

in the twinkling night..
when she lets her hair loose on her shoulders..
and her bangs fall softly on her eyes..
she takes off her dusty cloths..
and puts on a tender night gown..

she sighs with a moan..
and lets all her muscles relax..
then her sky starts to clear, and stars appear..
her rivers run slower, carrying the boats to the calmest places..
giggles and laughs fill her silence
and friends gather

the streets look its best
when all the noise disappears
and you can hear her breath
without the covers
without the dust

she then shows her best
reminding people of how beautiful she is
and how they could be humans again



Knowing a lot and understanding things perfectly can be..
Getting a firm grip on technology and all complex things that life is offering now is possible..
Managing everything with a sharp mind..

Knowing the paths and how to go through them without getting lost..
But all knowledge stands still in front of a baby crying
Sharp minds paralyze on the touch of a loving woman
Perfect plans fall apart when faced by a human tragedy

No matter how deep we know about things, we can never get deep enough into human nature
Logical explanations can not always be found to explain why humans act the way they do
Don't try to comprehend jealousy, or measure love, or estimate anger..
The most complex sceinces stand small next to the joy of a lover when seeing his beloved
The tear of a child can melt the tough hearts