No Word in Silence … just Light?
Howl of despair in the oasis of thoughts
had crushed my ideas tho’ wound that’s still, hurts
My will, thy, inspire the soul that was found
and asking for mercies from sky to the ground
The roses whose thorns invaded the flesh
and blood that enclosed vibrations in ash,
got me far beyond the stones and the trees,
far beyond the seas and glass from my knees
I step very quickly to hide from my tracks,
to find my self new – nor memory lacks,
nor wind shall not blow to my ear his wings,
nor moon shall not wear theatre’s ol’ strings
Just me in the silence to dig for myself,
to find an ol’ stone carved speechless with Help…
For the Word and the Light will open the Eye!
© Marius Surleac
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