Hush… hush…
Silence once more;
Shower me with unvoiced words;
Ones which the ears adore…
Hush… hush…
Galling whispers in my ears;
Slowly embracing my pain,
Quickly augmenting my fears…
In the stillness of our breathing,
A thousand mysteries unfold;
In those eyes of hazel I see
A winter gloomy and cold…
A dream of the impossible,
Shattered, broken and torn;
Unattainable imagery of one,
One thus still unborn…
The truth is unraveled,
And secrets are revealed;
What once was unknown
Will no longer be concealed…
Dying is the spark,
Dwindling is the fire;
Remains of a story
Of lust and desire…
Hush now I see the truth
And the truth has set me free;
I can taste freedom,
In all its majesty…
A fool I was,
And might still be;
But not for too long,
Only momentarily…
Sam M. Semaan 