Ne Objashnjena...

[DramatisPersonae]

 

 

 

 

Oh sweet empty, must you be so cruel?

In air this love floats, but quietude of words, no words...

I gaze unto thee and see, all the fields of green,

All the light of sun that long hath hid.

You gaze, but no light, just darkness, and in darkness me.

 

And then the quietude comes in waves, it washes our nearness.

Sleeping eyes, why so? Oh, the tree's bark inside is not hollow,

And if things around are dark, then cast the light, cast the light!

 

Come closer, feel the light that comes of thee,

Come closer, to this world of yours I see.

What is wind? What is sea?

What those trees want to be?

 

The sky is never empty, nor dark,

My sky is your heart, and your light.

My sun is your love, yet, only for me you shine..

So shine, do not hide, come, take my lonely hand.

 

You say you love me, you say you're here;

But then why in your presence I bare your tears?

Move the stone that covers a leaf,

Why can't you uncloak this night's veil?

 

Oh my sun shines, it seems from a world long gone!

And with silence as her shield, she surpress heart not to feel...

Was my gaze at her sun but in vane? Am I not brave enough to fight with memories pale?

Oh, I'm not guilty, it's her fault, she says...

I do not want to linger in darkness, even if it will fade...

If I'm not sun, to shine this world undone,

If I'm but to see, as another dark'n'd and empty

In this world obsolete, then defeated I will leave,

But not until, until I dry those tears.

And those tears never to fall, shall be my compas

To feel again, and again be whole.

So let me cry, I will drown this world my dove,

Let me steal your tears, just so I can once again feel;

And wake the child, that hath never died,

And make it cry, to let it out,

All the pain it lived, but never carried out.

The child of thee...

 

Oh sweet empty, must you be so cruel?

Let me engrave bits of my own empty,

For this hurt you feel does not come from your being.

Blame the darkness, that in them you see.

 

Oh you ARE sun, but that you do not see...

This pain you feel makes the drapes you hung obscenely

To seek the shelter in the dark, to hide your face so dearly.

Oh, but you ARE sun, come, let me make you see...

 

For what sun is not ashamed of it's light, when it outshines everything bright?

Thus you do tell a slight lie, when to yourself you tell that empty is the night.

Trust me, the only way to kill the pain, is to kill a bit of heart,

preferably the one that the others hath sought.

 

Pity all the meek, but despise the mercy you give,

For pitied takes more mercy than it could ever retireve.