by David Dephy
Here is the door.
Here, in this dark cell
in this attraction-loving
stream of news
with its sustaining hatred
of ascetic life,
and its plans to ruin the gentle
person, the free person, and here,
in this revelation’s last word,
is an uncanny capture of the political tone,
when the light of redemption is already gone.
An amazing assumption of character in which
the delicate adjustments of life are revealed
by the breath of silence.
Yes, I smiled, no doubt,
whenever I passed the dark place
and opened the door, but who passed without
much the same smile? Yes, I smiled no doubt.
I gave command and the darkness disappeared
there where silence stands without any fears
and it’s so alive, yes silence stands here.
Alive like centuries of past.
Alive like presentiment of future.
Alive like smile after hopeless days’ cry.
Alive like sea mile across the oceans
Last updated September 04, 2022