Amongst clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights. I wake up from fogged dreams: And even then it seems As if you are standing there.
I have a secret known to none. I can listen to silence and the silence Speaks in a languages only I know. I can hear it's words distinctly; Decipher what it is saying to me now.
Often in the silence, I can hear your voice Clearly, as when you walked by my side: Ah, how lonely is the yearning heart How fatigued the soul when it is tired. (Copyright: Rani Turton)