“Time”

Sometimes man sleeps in the lonely arms of silence
To say I am alive,
And shaking lips with the taste of tears,
O, Likely, Goldly tears,
And eyes blazing to the sky,
Thinking of before days come,
And in motionless time,
See all memorial of him,
With tone of soundless wind,
Flying in my hair,
In the world of life, empty,
With no lands, nor smile,
I am here, standing, in the arms of silence,
To say I am alive,

Soodaroo
2004-02-29

  ¶ 5:12 AM