The silences are stretching longer and longer,
My life’s blood’s getting thinner and thinner,
The day eludes me,
The night haunts me,
My heart thuds and I hear a whisper.
“I wait for you and yet yearn to be stopped waiting,
I yearn for you and yet wait to be stopped yearning,
My affection consumes me,
My longing destroys me,
Yet: my heart bleeding,
my soul weeping,
I stand here; still listening.
Listening to the deepening silence of my darkening shadows,
to the noiseless agony of this widening distance,
proclaimed by a chorus of fading echoes.
Here on the brink of sanity, I still stand and listen,
listen to a laughter; sweet and joyous,
a voice; kind and colorful,
a shattered hope and broken happiness,
a burnt friendship and a burning bitterness.
Each is saying one name,
your name, The One Who Shines,
The One Who Shined.
My sight, and my blindness,
My light, and my darkness,
The white shroud of my joys and my sorrows,
The black armor of my misery and madness.”