Guidance

Patterns connect the red-starry skies
The shadow of an evening calm surfaces while I close my eyes
The warmth came along and I trusted its voice
Pile up my thoughts on exploited scenery
The eyes sense the warmth of regrets
respected ambiguous word harboured
the sealed look has vanished
smell of the burning of night
you once were a vision, but you have recovered over the days
and learned the whereabouts of an inverted future
A gaze passes into oblivion
Lines of people block my sight ahead
Proof of the days of consolation
Words of admonition in many ways
Seven voices I carry, descending
I tip my shoe up but the contradicting guidance still does not change.
Light and darkness
Sunlight and the sound of the night
Dark sky and the sound of the night
They all passed us by and are ahead of us
A drop of rain announces the beginning.