Of this Sour Silence…

Farid Hussaini 06/12/2001

I am a withered, miserly branch—you are the flowing water.

I am the sour silence—you a cage canary

I am a broken flame in the western threshold

You are the rising life, getting away—off darkness

I am the sad night without the moon and stars

You are a bright dawn, the morning of another spring

I had songs of thee in me, excited and young

You had dreams of the jungle, you had my friendship

My wings are broken now, I am nameless, mis-glorified

Of this Sour Silence…

I have lost my nest, my serenity

I have lost myself, the roots of my life

I have broken my trust, and yet you don’t believe in me

Sitting cold, hoping against hope

So,

You bring me the sun, my friend

You have gone so far, pale to look back

I am the trunk of the tree, standing, you are the flowing water