The sky is silent today
and without the sun, the gray stone darker
the flowers withered
and every minute is heard falling
from the venerating statues
with bowed heads
Angels and saints, their hands lifted forward
as if calling to comfort in their images
yet this world no longer exists
although the earth caresses us
as if we are its own
like a white necklace
now lying alone under the clouds
that swirl in their secret order of procession
chiseled by the shadows
of our dreams
to linger and fade in the books of time
until that last breath of forgetfulness
where the dunes blow to sand and back again
but all matters no more
for the bowing grasses do not weep anymore than the stars
so worshiped once in their promise
though the earth forever deaf to itself
never knew us in its deep sleep of eternity
AsIDream 