Silent City

O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
These are such times
When the passers by
have ceased to come
Not a single footstep
echoes in the silent city of our heart

O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
The winds have ceased to exist
Even the dust settled long ago
has vanished without a trace
erasing memories of our short lived past

O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
Such is our fate
that will not let it be
Yet our eyes gaze out in constant agony
towards the paths
where his feet once tread upon our hopes

O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
He knows, he is aware,
he is the keeper of our city
whose very pillars of existence
stand alive
at the mercy of his glimpse

O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
So forlorn is the ambience
Even our own voice refuses
to echo in our ears
So silent is the city of our heart

23.05.2004