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No
bars, no cell, yet I'm imprisoned
Bound
by shackles and chains invisible,
A pen,
a paper, you have denied me all
With
charcoal I dare not write on the wall.
Numbed
am I, dazed as though
Life
had deserted me ages ago,
Now
evening dies enveloped by night's despair
Just a
solemn hush everywhere...
Why
did I stay for all this time?
Tarrying in the porch before the shrine?
I
never could enter the inmost hall
Constantly haunted by that stirring call.
So I come here to taste these salty winds
By disobeying you, have I sinned?
Oh, the echoes of unsaid words
Resound in my silent world,
Sitting on the edge of the sea
I long to laugh, I fear to weep.
I
marvel in silence at the pageant spread
While cluttered emotions tenant my breast.
Long sealed and voiceless thoughts
Pour forth in torrents to be reduced to naught.
At
the edge of the sea I try my hand
To convey these feelings on the sand
Emotions long repressed find their way
Are written on sand and then washed away.
A thousand fathoms deep beneath the tide
Do the fragments of my dreams now hide.
~Pebble~
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