Sometimes speaks a language you cannot understand. ..
Is this the same sun that spoke to you?
The same sun that framed people’s faces in gold…
And smiled at you in glee;
The two of you brought together
In mystic transcendence?
The same sun that burnt you sweetly,
after you got wet in the rain…
Peeping through the pillars of the old temple
that you ran into to find solace?
Today, when it started to speak,
you couldn’t understand…
the same evening, and the same sun;
But standing between the two of you is now,
Can the language of the heart metamorphose into meaningless silence?