Hieroglyph 2

Can we find our silence in the cold morning of eternity
Or bring from the shadows the dust of our being
We are alone here
Captured in the gray confusion of the day
We are dying here
Repeating sounds that echo in the dark.

You rose from the sapphire light and landed quite alone in the black waters of existence.
You came and then you left again
With a million ripples that changed the world and then died unnoticed
The whole spectrum of life injected into time and demolished by the hour.
A dark passage in an unbeating heart.

Hieroglyph 1

In what darkness do your sullen dreams hide
Brooding on the blood-splattered day and pacing the deserted rooms of eternity.
The silence here is unnerving, pacing, lurking in the shadows and waiting out the sun
Your thoughts are a frost that kills in the night and vanishes before morning
The rain comes and goes without reason.
Where are you now, this minute, this one single instant in all the dead vastness of time.
What have you found that is worth the forgetting
What plans that will crumble to the ground.
The years we have spent together are like dull dreams waking in anguish
And the whole oratory of half-spoken words discovers in itself a meaning.
One day more in the wilderness
One more evening thought to sleep with.