If I knew how to let silence speak,
I would’ve gathered the leaves
Of a fallen autumn
And let the winter Sun
spread its warmth.
I would’ve built a heap
of the running brooks
like sand dunes in the Sahara.
Formed a canopy of green
under a firmament so blue
and let swallows chitter
in distant heavens.
I would’ve let my feet
vanish on deserted roads,
and raindrops ring some
far-off wedding bells.
I would’ve told you how
the blowing winds
just whistled in my ears.
Maybe that would’ve been
The full circle
and not just an Arc.
But…
Only if I knew
how to let silence speak.
