The immutable silence...
Trapped in an air cage
Ages of waiting…
The old rains
Becomes rivers and streams
But, for ages
A few tiny drops
When they left me by my skin tone,
I am not alone.
My color is still with me
And gives me an identity.
Oh, Messenger of mine,
From the depths of sorrow and pain,
You've emptied my soul, made it barren and vain,
Left me to wander, lost in the rain.
As I am discovering my newness in antiquity,
Looking at my impressions on the winds,
That found rest on leaves of yore,
I see myself as a new leaf,
Do you hear her?
She tells your story all the time
All day she waits for you,