Silence

Touch the tearless silence
with your palm
with your fears and dreams
perhaps it will be easier thus

in a state of tired giving up
in an entangled desire
in the unattainable light
in the vague being of awake

you disappear and fly over here
like a snowflake in the fever
in the lava sunset
in the painful absence

you fill the silence
you touch it and see
your absence pierces
the empty space and hurts.


Translated by Lucia Katona

Tartalom