Soon the Night will be the Street

[NisreenS]

Soon the night will be the street
The trees, the road, the window
Inside the room a pen's moving an elbow
A head with a nose and two eyes
Letters, phonemes, some tired beams

Drink your coffee, and tears
Swallow your cold cup
My eyes drop
Drink and sing to me
Wrap your hair in a towel, and sleep

Yet your eyes ask me for a song
The voice is whitening the ceiling
Yet I need your eyes for a song
To keep peering...Through your covered head
I see white and pink ribbons, I smell_
Nice midnight perfume, and your
Breast covered in golden toll

Bring me back my hair
Just as I left it, in your album
Few years ago, black and happy
Give me my paintings and the colors
Switch off the light

Soon the morning will be the street
The cars, the coffee, the towel
The towel now is dry and clean
Put it in the bag, sleep
And give me the dreams

Soon the morning will be the street
The towel, the toothbrush, the bag
And tears still are in the cup
Don't weep again

Soon I will see your hand in the window
Drawing a "good-bye" and for tomorrow a "Hi"
Both happy and black
Soon the bag will be empty, and
Only letters I take and numbers

[Lumiere]

Oh, this is good to the extreme.
I haven't much else to say. Usually, I pick out those bits that really tugged at me and point them out to the poet, but there is too much to point out here.
Vladimir Nabokov said he wrote to create a "sob in the spine of the artist-reader". You've done just that.

[Hawkman]

"Drink your coffee, and tears
Swallow your cold cup
My eyes drop
Drink and sing to me
Wrap your hair in a towel, and sleep

Yet your eyes ask me for a song
The voice is whitening the ceiling
Yet I need your eyes for a song
To keep peering...Through your covered head
I see white and pink ribbons, I smell_
Nice midnight perfume, and your
Breast covered in golden toll

Soon the morning will be the street
The cars, the coffee, the towel
The towel now is dry and clean
Put it in the bag, sleep
And give me the dreams

Soon I will see your hand in the window
Drawing a "good-bye" and for tomorrow a "Hi"
Both happy and black
Soon the bag will be empty, and
Only letters I take and numbers "

Hi,

These are all my favourite elements from this poem, which, for me, when combined, make the poem tighter and more immediate, although the last line I find a little obscure. Whilst I accept that in your first verse you established someone was writing a letter, the reference to numbers throws me a bit.

It, is undoubtedly, a good poem though, even without my tinkering :)

Thanks for sharing. H

[hillwalker]

In two words - sheer beauty.
H

[PrinceMyshkin]

One can almost hear you singing it and what a heartfelt song it is.

I, too, however had a bit of trouble with the last line: there were precedents to the reference to "letters" but not to "numbers."