Silent World

As the Sun goes down

Its light is brighter

As the river flows

It has no end

The depth is high

For words to reach

Therefore the world is quiet

Our mother tongue was once a song

The ancient hymn of silence

Sung by the flights of voiceless birds

That wend their way to sunrise

…Our doom, to speak

And say nothing

To think eternally

And not to dream

To build the ruins

And celebrate

Another day of our defeat

We’re blind to see

The river’s bottom

We’re deaf to hear

Its whispering call

And yet the water’s still and quiet

Awaiting silver wind to blow

The world is silent…