The wings were struggling
On a leaden sky,
Distorting the space and time
Sinusoidally...
The eternity of silence,
Was dividing my morbidity,
It was separating the flight
From the oblivion....
I needed to escape
From the illusion, that absorbs everything
And from the disillusionment, that digest all....
So, give me your warm hand.
I know, it is a hand of a man.
My fingers will touch you
And I will kiss your silence.
You can give me the strength
To continue
The great symphony of life.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternity-of-silence/
