Solitary creature am I
always hidden in the stillness
of my own thoughts
that fly free high & above
where words will never reach them.
Silence rumbles like a thousand waterfalls
& men talk for fear of it,
though words being bridge & barrier
at the same time.
Yet, love needs words
to express itself,
but where…
… in which cemetery of the sky
go to rest all tender words
of lovers?
So, only this will I say to you:
“Remember that once we were
on the same branch
of the Life Tree”