The silence is deafening, and
The feeling lacks articulation.
I am incomplete, a mere fragment of life.
Emotions flow like a river of fire,
And loud whispers of my hearts desire
Echo heavily around me. Calling
Calling to no reply.
I have only Nostalgia as my abstract companion.
An eddy of forgotten faces finally found and
Brought back to life; an answered orison
To question is to doubt, and
To doubt is to destroy Faith. Faith
That keeps me anchored against the will to fly-
A heavy feather. C'est moi, non?
If I could shout into the intimacy of night,
To the Moon,
If I could shout to the rising Sun
With its glory of reborn blaze,
Then I utter my bankrupt creed: I exist.
But Mother Nature drowns my voice.
The crashing of the stream,
The singing of birds. All joyous
But then I feel! I touch. O, sweet softness,
O mother of comfort, O bringer of merriment!
My heart beats the rhythm of love
Each beat awakening my hibernating senses.
I see. I hear.
I finally understand.