Unknown Ashville


The endless commotion of gone nights are always around me,

they filled me with unsung songs,

and with the essence of your empty words.

Others understand why you stay silent,

guarding time and its known dichotomy of choice.

My hands and a hundred things I want to say

are reaching out to you,

but I have been swallowed by the space you keep

and by the agony I preach.

Confined in remembrance I wait.

Like stars, I learn to circle around you,

as I hear the echoes of your voice

in everything I do when I say I.

I was born from a magnificent fountain,

like a guardian of an unknown time I must move on.

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