Where Have You Sent Me To?

In an autumn dawn before the swallows wake before rotting flowers are placed on love ones' tombs a tired whisper woke from twenty nine nightmares - twenty nine ashes without owners waiting for the return of their innocent souls. Silently embraced, those breathes emigrate - Nor the trees pull their hair for them nor the disusedpaths throw a cup of water Behind them.. Leaves of the high trees dance with the breath of hours, Quietness watches the coffins of days but never speaksof the hugeness of suffering. Even poems were not greater than sufferings.. your poem tried to open the door - to a new philosophy then knelt and the moon was lost in the sky. But one door will open: The sun, the seas, birds, all things will enter and one waylead them to felicity. Where ever you go may your map and compass go with you. 2000