Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Hieroglyph 10

We meet as if in a dream
And the silence here whispers of the morning
To bathe again in the dark waters of eternity
To rest and then to live
That is the cycle of our days
And that which is not in us is nothing at all
You are as ephemeral now as you have always been
A white cloud in the sky
A glimmer in my soul's tranquil pool
The dawn of destruction it has always been
The cold mornings of your sad withdrawals
But we are beyond that now
And upon this awakening we shall never again pass into dreams.

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