A Covenant
The spaces inside the
emptiness,
Have not the dry
stumps of forgotten pain now.
From somewhere afar
Come tidings.
I listen and I know
the words are drowned like ink erased by careless spilling over of water.
Words, those which
are legible in ink and those swallowed by distance and time
Enter and find a
place, half awaited and most of all an unbesought grace.
Grieve not over the
darkness
that once covered the
path.
Neither agony, nor
numbness,
Neither the solitude
nor the presence; I merge into a peace that is a bliss too, which I had not
known before.
Much there is to be
said, perhaps ought to be said; but is held back for constraints I have taken
on over ages; a legacy of a culture, perhaps not known to you in your world of
open skies.
My silence has
recognized its language; It has found a covenant; a promise that it will speak
and not fall into abyss again.
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