Night’s unwinding

Mohammad Foysal Ahmed Akash

Night’s unwinding, still.

No moonlight dreams remain.

Heavier and heavier the water drops,

making a melody of strain.

 

Old ghosts howl within my mind,

shrieking for the pyres I left behind,

asking tolls for selling their thoughts in the cold.

 

Oh, still! How’s the grace?

Of my midnight silence?