Dawn

Words were a river junction

They poured forth from the sea of the soul

They shed pain as burning and searing

The more you struggle, the more poison they pour.

One side the shade of the ancient plane tree

One side the violet hyacinth’s claw

Not the end of the path, but the path itself

Was the mist of happiness.

Between two lines lay nothing but blood

I dreamed of nightmares

Defending sunny days for me

There was only one dark sovereignty.

This winter, like a ruin, it sheds leaves

Their scent seems to me a silent gaze

Inside me, a silent, soundless cry

My fears began to slowly rise.

Darkness enveloped, words spilled forth

These lips extinguish denial

Hands trembled, empty words were flung

Breaths were cruelly severed.

Where am I in the tales you invented

My paths and my goals were always you

As you broke my heart and poured it out

I wish to find you at the path’s end.