The Kaleidoscope of Retreat

Give me some silence so that I can touch

The undisturbed lucidity of the air

I feel my pulse in my sleep, through dreams that hide within

I open up to the images which lazily float in

Each generation has a story to tell

Stripped of our dream we sit down on clouds

And vanish together with the setting sun

Fading among the letters written to the past

We wander and weave our nights together with mornings

Thoughts strained to hear the voice of life unfulfilled

The drama of evenings and nights when we only dream of leaving

Deep in the shadow the fear of the invisible appears,

Silence arrives next and sits between us

Once again light crumbles in our hands

Misfortune makes stronger memories than bliss

Space crushes us down, grabs us and chokes us

Sweet dream of satisfaction haunts us no more

We awake full of fears that all we built

Soon will fall apart again

But the song never dies with the man

Absorbing light we become light ourselves