A Page
of Silence
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How much longer?
Chiseling and polishing
the words
How much longer?
Your scattered arrows missing
the target
If you have ever read
A single page from the book of
silence
Much you had laughed
At the vanity of what was said
and heard
End.
Her tensed eyebrows the
longbow and I that arrow, shot by
the marksmanship of the savage afflictions. Leaving my Self behind and
I land
upon the empyreal courtyard of my Beloved, no odious gusts of destiny
shall
deviate this arrow of mine.
Clutched at the dolphins of
her eyes and I that pearl diver,
diving in depth of her tears hunting for scattered negra-pearls of
Paradise
drowned darkling in hadal waves of amnesia. No banks for this vexed sea
to die
ashore therefore drown I am in this dive of mine.
Parting the sable tresses of
her braids thirsting for light
and I that trembling eyeless dotard to die once and forever, lying
searchless
underneath
my Beloved’s beauteous shafts of light. And no dark veils of this life
shall
shroud in abeyance this death of mine.
Wore her most full-lips and I
that liar in repentance
weeping to tell the truth to my Beloved. I pushed my Self off the
cliffs of
untruth and whilst the capricious moments of freefall, weightlessly
uttered
infinite truth within her darkness. And crashed repenting upon the
rocks of my
sins, shattered this lying-Self of mine.
Background:
Minah(6) is an AIDS
orphan from Schoemansdal in South Africa. Her parents died of AIDS
within two
months of each other last year. Minah too, has contracted the HIV virus
from
birth and is becoming increasingly sick.
Photo Chris Leslie 2002.
© 2004-2002,
Dara O. Shayda
Calligraphy
by Fateh Ezzatpour.
