CHAPTER III
“Permeat”
A Tale of Troubled Waters
1. In Darkness Fewer Go
2. But a Scripture
3. Shiver in the Spine
4. Wound of the Heart
5. The Urge of the Call
6. Watchers of the Night
7. Across the Shore
8. Can’t Touch
9. A Last Goodbye
10. Upon its Misty Veil
Beneath the surface now lies those memories,
Buried and drown so little long ago.
From where I lie no one hears my stories;
As few venture by, in darkness fewer go.
Words highlight as the candle burns.
Our passage is but a scripture;
Down on our knees to decipher,
Emptier still, soon to return;
Wherever we roam, whichever we will.
From all the events there is to tell,
So few of them are worth the tale.
Read in me, now read those words:
Winter was amongst the murderers.
Winter, that kills void of ice and snow.
One which lingers on and on in sorrow.
A shiver in the spine,
A fatal blow.
A wound of the heart,
And they were cast apart.
The wall filled with cracks
Left them without home;
With no turning-backs,
And all turned to flood;
To reap what they’d sown
In the land where they’d grown.
As they stained once bare hands
With endless stones and mud,
Mountains turned into islands
For a mere matter of blood.
Croaks of a door heard in the entrance hall;
Soaked parlor silent with a dismal look;
Limped steps resonate through the attic floor;
Pounding outside shakes up the hourglass.
Bolted to confinement, soon to trespass,
Breaks a new journey for us to explore;
Leaving behind comforts the world took;
Keys forgotten by the urge of the call.
Watchers of the night,
Guide our steps ahead.
We don’t know whence we came,
Unaware of where we’re meant.
Guardians of the forest,
Lift our lives up and through.
Before the night our eyes could see,
Where did our legs run so aimlessly.
Sages of the hills,
Does the road steepens still?
In darkness’ embrace we ascend
With the one hope to find an end.
Fly, flap those wings;
Reach that one place,
Cloud of all dreams.
Aspire, breathe…
Smell the taste of air,
Feel the cooling breeze.
Rise, up beyond sky,
Beyond moon,
Beyond sun,
Beyond times that are gone!
When the first rays of light come
Knocking at your eyes wide shut,
From the top of the mountain,
Somewhere across the shore…
Here we are,
Face to face;
Yet, we
Can’t touch.
A tear dropped from her eyes,
More golden than sacred shrines.
Sacred as silence,
Broken, by a sigh,
A last goodbye,
A long
Grievance.
At dusk, the lake at times speaks,
As one floats upon its misty veil.
Through the doors echo unnoticed
Muted shrieks from towns down the lake.
They were torn by their time,
Separated by fate.
On the summit up on some island
Some have said that some had seen
A lonely figure ever roaming
From the forest down to the sand.
Here you stand, so won’t I admit
To you my friend, my one culprit?
A heart now filled with longing,
For the means to forget all those years
For the rain to fall down on my days.
How the stars used to sing!
Until we started to feel
That all the things we said,
And the pact we had sealed
Had now begun to fail.
So here I come, and here I sit;
And at those walls,
Long I stare.
Thousands of lakes might have been born;
Thousands of heights out of the thorn;
From the remains rose many a city,
But in the depth no longer do we see.
I have returned to the place I was before,
But am still stuck on that other shore.
