My numb spirit

Why I can't see the stars of the night today?

Feeling absurd...

Certainty that poisoned the dreams

Awakes me in the dead of night...

Why my walls soundproof?

Why the silence of Him bothers all the time?

Is "Uncertainty" a grevious sin? Or greatest virtue?

Now I see the crescent-

Single thin line in the sky. 

Now all my ears to the murmurings of the sheer voice

I believe...

He will be listening me too

One day,

He will break His silence to me...

That very day,

Even if I am sleeping in the coffin 

I will reply...

And He will glorify my numb spirit