In winter night

Not long ago 
in winter night
Not gone my love 
close to my heart
Not dark but bright
the single eye above
Not blinking but staring

as if to talk to me

Not long did I see 

behind my back

Not in a haste 

slowly following

Not making any sound

I turned my back

Not to get hurt or abducted

I entered the room peeping through the window

Not like anything 

I have ever known

Not above but below the roof

close to the green street

Not anywhere 

but the streets of Yandell