In The Silent Waves
One day things began to change and like winds they flew away
All the letters, drenched with the unshed tears, unadressed
from the secret caves of the heart
Between the sailors soul and the sail
I stand ruminating with the movements of the cradle
One day the funerals of my dreams
were staged in the bosom of love and bonding
vaster than the night sea.
I am still from then so often, my own finding and losing.
The palms were of love and memories are of despair
One holds the other with such compassion and yet,
and yet both are close strangers.
The story of eternal sorrow, was wriiten
in the redness of my heart,
and thereafter what belonged to me is a silent shadow
of a lost lover
and sunset is my history and and the glory of my solitude
blended and aged as with the flanks of time
I travel
Nor do I know where I began
And I am beginning to forget my end too.
In this restlessness of an unwelcomed summer
do not wait for me on the other shore:
between the sailor's soul and the sail
I am the in waves changing morrow and now
to whom no good bye
or any welcome await
poem by Aman Saa
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