You
fill my eyes with silence;
with the deafening colour
of evening you blind my ears.
You lay a golden path
before me;
my soul walks on water
in the wondrous wake
of eventide.
Nothing is still
yet all is suspended
in the silence,
in my eyes,
in the journeying
that takes no step.
with the deafening colour
of evening you blind my ears.
You lay a golden path
before me;
my soul walks on water
in the wondrous wake
of eventide.
Nothing is still
yet all is suspended
in the silence,
in my eyes,
in the journeying
that takes no step.
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