SILENCE-CRATER

Facial fissures fill up instantly,

 they crack like craters down deep.

 On the mountain opposite

 stands the prophet's house.

- Love poisons with faint sighs:

 signs of life in tears, painful scars. 

Death's keys are tapped by heartache.

 I am ashamed of the shock

 of not having been with you,

 of the doubt that

 I have been a pessimistic fool,

 that I have failed in my relationship! 

- The last photograph

 of you you did not send,

 for it may not have been faded,

 but I still cherished it in my heart 

with persistent will, diligently!

 In the shaggy forest of my oak-trees

 You sought whispering voices,

 While you healed my

 hole-ridden heart 

with self-righteousness

 and unselfishness! 

Nothing yet was seen,

 Of our all-encompassing connection,

 of our idyllic existence;

 Into thy gum-suckled mouth

 of blood-apple,

 like a ripe red apple, 

I did not bite;

 My cavernous head sought

 thy harmony-dividing motherly lap,

 To rest once and for all

 - Hence all the foolish kneeling!

My childish eyes too 

have hesitantly beckoned thee,

 I have carried thy wounded secrets

 with me to a strange land!

 - I would have carried your sprained ankle

 in the forest of my arms, 

but you proudly waved at me,

 "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

 - Between us, the crater

 of eternal silence

 commanded humble silence!