The time again

when you are angry
and I don't know why
I'll run away

because the moonlight and the waves of the seas
because rustling of tall grasses
          and swarms of fireflies in them
because the dissolution of light as joy
          disappearing from your eyes
and silence that is not silence

because

because
it is just a look back
               to the shore
where a single window is lit
in the small house on the coast

and the waves of all the seas
and undulating tall grasses
and remnants of light

before light down when one man goes to bed
where he doesn't sleep at night
I look in the dark
to a small house on the coast
from which he look through the darkness
                into the rolling grass
and swarms of fireflies in them
they also fly to the stars

when you are angry
and I don't know why
I stand in the midst of my worlds
I'm waiting
until the remnants of light glow again
in your eyes
when will be the time again
looking up to the stars