the night
the night is boiling brewing the breathe
with delirium,
locked away with cages inside.
the night is quiet
with tears
and freeing questions.
the night is sharp
in a moment with slow dancing
in strands removed the moon (life)
from her
the night is the reason she is a waterfall.
Painting, partial view (opposite page) by Christel Roelandt
Poem by Deepali Gupta