Monday, November 5, 2007
Far away on the horizon, hopes and aspirations are vanishing.
Deep down somewhere hurts something.
A bird fluttering, trying to fly with a bruised wing.
Quietly she comes draped in black.
The meek human pleads, “Go back! Go back!”
A wind of serenity surrounds her.
A stony silence that doesn’t stir.
Slowly and slowly the dreams fade away.
No difference seems in the night and the day.
And then she takes over the life’s sovereignty.
The time has come for the soul’s liberty.
As it yearns to fly to an unknown territory.
As it whispers so softly “Let go, set me free.”
Thus it holds her hand and blends into her.
Together they disappear in a heavy blur.
Now the ears are deaf to the countless cries, to the numerous hearts screaming,
And the eyes are blind to all the pain, to all the hearts bleeding.
Nothing is there that can be done.