The Ancient Back Of Tears

I am the rumble back of silence

the soundless tongue of skies

sings the lewd tear of ravens

the coming sorrow of sunrise

but I am not of a rain

flowing to your gaze and eyes

I am the tug back of agony

the unseen fall of spring

sighs the rising bird of doom

the coming crack of wings

but I am not of a rose

growing wherever you sing

I am the existence back of years

the unwritten symphony of pages

pause of the foaming tick of centuries

the coming past of ages

but I am not of a present

fitting your calms and rages

I am the mouthful back of autumn

the bitter taste of leaves

bearing the lined root of legends

the coming sway of trees

but I am not of a fruit

feeding your winds and breeze

I am the kink back of senses

the touchless finger of breath

owning the rusted ends of throats

the coming voice of death

but I am not of a treasure

flooding your empires and wealth

I am the ancient back of tears

of eyes too deaf to hear

rowing the rushing horns of wolves

the coming yell of bears

but I am not of a scream

filling your lips and ears

( C ) Copyright 2007 ADEL ATTIYEH

Renewed ( C ) Copyright 2009 ADEL ATTIYEH