In the deep night, longings are silent, They gather in shadows, without voice or name, A whisper lost in dreams that turn Silence into song, fire in frosty eyelids.

I tore strips of light from myself, I wrote them in the sky with the wandering wind, Hoping that maybe in their serene flight, A heart will finally startle.

Not everyone hears what the soul says, Not everyone knows the longing that burns without warning, But whoever feels, whoever recognizes

Will know that in the night, from a silent prayer, The verse that never passes is born, In burning silences, in raw love.