Bolivar and San Martin: Guayaquil, Ecuador

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Waves of Silence

Last night I dreamed of silence
As though I'd never dreamed before.
I dreamed I saw a purple sea,
And stood on its silent shore.

I could not hear a single sound,
Noiseless waves caressed the sand.
The sun faded, on came the absinthe moon,
Its light walked with me, hand in hand.

The air swirled between the sea and moon,
And touched each leaf on every tree.
There was no rustle, the breeze was mute,
She left me for eternity.

I held the scene as long I could,
And still the Tyrian waves I see.
But hope has long since flown away,
Only in silence will she return to me.

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