"Jauns Mēness", Ainars Mielavs, "Jauns Mēness"
Did you overhear Something strange As a butterfly That knocks against the pane? There's no walls, no doors Windows too There's no floors, it's not day, not night, it is Emptiness Did you overhear Something sharp As the blade of a knife That slides over glass? There's no drunkeness Coma too There's no ache, it's not awake, not asleep, it is Emptiness Can you see the light Through the clouds? They are doomed To fall either up or down There's no blame, no fame Longing too There's no shade, it's not heaven, not hell, it is Emptiness Are we Like mowed grass? Have we Lost more than allowed? Shall we Be thrown like brass coins? Will yaou Ever be found?