The silent echo of life
Terrified birds whispering
Spread out in circles of strangled fortunes
And twisted chances,
Devoid of all life and motion
A crack spark of ray,
Illuminating a path to the silent echo of life,
Screaming in the void,
Submerging the voices of nothingness,
Leading, guiding, searching...and there she sat with Kneels drawn up to her chin
Scars running through her fragile frame
But there still, dwells an appalling glitter in her eyes with unyielding desire for Self-healing.
And yet, something more...reviving the lost, dead and forgotten horizon of emptiness
The muffled birds broke free, emitted a Sound and my eyes fluttered open,
It was all a dream. But still I hear,
the silent piercing echo of life.