Would your two luminous eyes ever fill wIth tear drops?
And your silent gasps will become decisive life source?
And those clouded memories that fell into the darkness
Become the vital source of your being alive?
My silence…. my silence….
I have become the bright full moon of your sleeping nights,
Giving my spirit, pledging it for you, I stood as a sentry.
Did you wake up when I caressed you in the morning light?
You have risen into my mind as a golden feather in my dreams.
Would my mind ever become sluggish?
And remain in the path of life without any swing.
Have the teardrops now kissed your cheeks?
My soul is yearning for you at this moment….