Yesterday had left, tomorrow hadn’t arrived yet.
I was by the window, waiting to see the starry face of the sky,
but she didn’t show up.
Clouds landed on the avenue ahead
And began taking over the streets.
Road lamps fought against the threat,
but it ended in bitter regret.
Houses surrendered to the darkness one by one,
lights turned off before dreams began.
Everyone went to sleep and quietly lynched the sense of time.
Loneliness clotted in my heart.
My blood thickened with the silence of the starless night.
The sky gave birth to a crow which landed at my side.
I saw her, the crow spoke.
She was watching the world from above,
and her tears became rain and washed the ground.
Ask the trees, if you don’t believe me—
their memories reach beyond count.
I believe you, I mumbled.
I just… never thought of the rain
originating from the sky’s pain.
That was how oceans were made, the crow continued.
When her stars hit the craters made out of mud.
I didn’t know, I muttered.
Of course, the crow uttered.
We were shaped from her dust,
and ever since, we've been carrying her light.