In the silence A moment stays
August 26th 2007 06:34
In the silence of your silence,
The moment when you went quiet,
That last word, lost, somewhere, in time.
A droplet flowers; I heard you.
The ancients have built a temple,
For you, to capture that moment,
On the thought of a tear falling
In the quiet space, in-between
The columns – reaching for heavens
Holding the blue sky, bringing light
Into the mortal life, of man,
Reaching, on a stool, for the stars.
Now I can say between your words,
Where flowers flower: I heard you.
I have read the classics of thought,
I have written the thoughts of books,
I have thought the song of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have listened to music’s song,
I have seen angels sing cello,
I have sung the thought of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have felt gold godly sculpted,
I have seen gods with sculpted gold,
I have sculpted the thought of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have lived, through the ages, life,
I have lived the thought of poets,
I have seen, in traces, beauty, truth,
And they search, and they talk, of you.
Holderlin’s space; rose petal's grace,
Glory of glorious glory,
Michaelangelo’s starry night;
You have changed the meaning of truth.
You unveil, reveal, and let,
As truth follows; crafts golden steps
After every breath that you take;
Art becomes, as you, after you.
Your grace recalls all royalty
And heavens and their loyalty
To genuflect your sacred walk
To bear in silence and not talk.
Silence…
You let…
A tear…
I hear…
My heart I hold beats stronger in your hands,
Made of earth’s rich clay, washed in heaven’s lakes:
I breathe; breaths breathe breaths, held; you have my heart
And I a look, sweet, at the art god makes.
One tear… Just one tear and the world changes
And the blue sky blues and the sun shines sun
And behind them both dreams unfold dreamers
By rivers of gold reflecting the sun.
I think about you when you are not here,
I become elsewhere thinking about you,
While you are not here I think about you
When I will be close becoming with you.
Truth flowers in your steps and in your light.
My heart beats by your side and in your sight.
Silence…
You let…
I hear…
A tear…
In your temple, in your silence,
In your heartbeat softly breathing,
Poets stop. A droplet flowers.
A flower is born. I hear you.
The moment when you went quiet,
That last word, lost, somewhere, in time.
A droplet flowers; I heard you.
The ancients have built a temple,
For you, to capture that moment,
On the thought of a tear falling
In the quiet space, in-between
The columns – reaching for heavens
Holding the blue sky, bringing light
Into the mortal life, of man,
Reaching, on a stool, for the stars.
Now I can say between your words,
Where flowers flower: I heard you.
I have read the classics of thought,
I have written the thoughts of books,
I have thought the song of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have listened to music’s song,
I have seen angels sing cello,
I have sung the thought of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have felt gold godly sculpted,
I have seen gods with sculpted gold,
I have sculpted the thought of poets,
And, through the ages, have I lived.
I have lived, through the ages, life,
I have lived the thought of poets,
I have seen, in traces, beauty, truth,
And they search, and they talk, of you.
Holderlin’s space; rose petal's grace,
Glory of glorious glory,
Michaelangelo’s starry night;
You have changed the meaning of truth.
You unveil, reveal, and let,
As truth follows; crafts golden steps
After every breath that you take;
Art becomes, as you, after you.
Your grace recalls all royalty
And heavens and their loyalty
To genuflect your sacred walk
To bear in silence and not talk.
Silence…
You let…
A tear…
I hear…
My heart I hold beats stronger in your hands,
Made of earth’s rich clay, washed in heaven’s lakes:
I breathe; breaths breathe breaths, held; you have my heart
And I a look, sweet, at the art god makes.
One tear… Just one tear and the world changes
And the blue sky blues and the sun shines sun
And behind them both dreams unfold dreamers
By rivers of gold reflecting the sun.
I think about you when you are not here,
I become elsewhere thinking about you,
While you are not here I think about you
When I will be close becoming with you.
Truth flowers in your steps and in your light.
My heart beats by your side and in your sight.
Silence…
You let…
I hear…
A tear…
In your temple, in your silence,
In your heartbeat softly breathing,
Poets stop. A droplet flowers.
A flower is born. I hear you.
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