18

“high seas are rising within me;
rivers, clear green in my veins…”

the city is screaming loud.
yet, behind many walls
pain cries silently.
and loneliness
and desperation
can’t make its yell heard.
the sun’s shadow is growing
as its rays crush
on soaring high buildings.
darkness hides in retreats
where daylight fails to infiltrate.
the hearts’ ballad is sobbing
and beauty is wailing subtly.
the whistle of joy is heard no more.
the whisper of so many longings
choke within the clamorous noise.

oh, how I missed the song of the stars!…