Spoken words left behind a peculiar silence,
As man looked upon the shoulders
Of his very brethren,
Calling upon the hymns of melodious winds
And sanctioning amity
To the neglected souls,
Who, consumed by the delicate scents
Of a luring magnetism,
Who, losing sign of presence
For their innocent fidelity,
Seemed in absolute conviction
As they deceived all,
But their Lord.
And themselves too.
By minute measures did they know,
Their shoulder was a shoulder of another
And another was man's own.
Crushed in the stillness
Of enclosing burial walls,
Alas, for eternity
In a tomb of mirrors,
Reflecting
Salvaged memories of
Deeds that mortified him deeper
Into the confines of utter disarray.
A moment had
Lasted long enough,
For man to call
Towards the embracing true perseverance,
Reach out
Take hold
And call out
To the Light,
To break his peculiar silence.
