Et in arcadia ego

Find the moment when sound dies
and silence begins,
there's your fulcrum.

Mind opens on visions of worlds
eternal echo resonates in the air.
there's no here nor where,
no how nor when.

It's just the point
born in the nightwinged storm
when the eastern first guard rises.

Reviews

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Loved the poem, the feel,the flow,dark yet light. Keep up the good work.

[Francesco Vitellini]

Thanks for reading it, Abdul :)