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.