Voices, many voices
In my life there are many voices
But always I am waiting for the one which will call me away
Voice purer than Love
Voice which would shatter all voices.
Yesterday was cold. The snow fell
And I walked under the sky, blue as flame
Listening to my thoughts
Breathing a sweet sorrow
And in the end, I fear
It will come to nothing,
In the end it will come to nothing.

Glances
In my life there are many glances
But always I am waiting for the beat of eyelids
For the knowing flutter of hearts and silences pure as fate
To lead me away.
You are a child
The world excites your fancy
The world, and the eyes of a ringleted girl
Whose love would gratify your most inward desire
Always alone, yet with her you would go
Under the arched pathway of bridges, hand in hand
Girl, Light, promise of all desires
Yet in the end, one fears, it will
Come to nothing, in the end it will come to nothing.

Deaths, many deaths
In our lives are many deaths
Yet always we are waiting for the one which could call us away
Forever, into the shadows.

(c) 2007 M. Rephun