it will take courage and appear to us as an ending
falling through so much life that the earth will be(yond) & lost inside
when everyone is already a song long untold
i shall float in gazing tears (where we fell i remember)
beware of our echoes that will never know anyone
nor will ever be known by the other
my echoes have dried up (asleep in this existence of ours)
swaying in still dark blue & i know its called dreams
while black rain drops are growing from warm to dense as if they were stars
i can see no more than my mind
my mind appears as an ending but within
my poem is upset
and the city is a strange land that has never wept (though i have my doubts)
- – Lea Wahode –