In the Wind of Silence

: A long sigh! Perhaps all sorrow will end right now, hold me close just a little longer! The longer the path becomes, the more desperate grows our longing to cling to our fragmented memories, the torment in my mind increases, the wound in my chest burns with fever. Can you sense the feeling I've kept hidden behind these bloodshot eyes? Tell me truthfully, did you ever feel tenderness for me?
: I did, at your touch.
: It's in my touch that your unspoken feelings become vivid. At this very moment I am not alone, you dwell intimately with me, so I welcome you into my stilled heart! Your promised gaze on the colored wings of a dreaming butterfly, this sharp vision extends only into the folds of wounded time, this pretext seeks only the closeness of my unasked-for happiness.