Memory

I am oblivious of fifth season
Seeing it as a treason
But every silent night
Is full of every season
Covered with my mind and reason.
My reason tops me first.
Sometimes I am boastful to get the silence as a rest.
I am boastful of mind pregnancy
And seek the peace for future baby latency.
I am not oblivious of birds flying together with the sun
I am not oblivious of birds falling together with the sky.
And I remember every drop of memory
Failing to be aware of pregnant life
But not failing to be aware of God’s wish and will,
God’s mastership and God’s superiority.