Poezja

The ultimate, unsung─ 
spreads out 
and sails to oblivion. 
 
I wanted to become 
you, in desperation, 
clinging to a swan song. 
 
The great wall─ 
of silence, built on sand 
still stands in hurricane. 
 
Questions mate─ 
behind the curtain. 
The truth, stands naked on stage. 
 
Nothing to declare 
now, I collect the pebbles 
of childhood, hidden 
 
from your eyes. 
Locking the door behind, 
I walk out to liberation.