Sleep

Tomorrow they will come
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively

It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro

The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone