1. the wall
so we have come this far, only to stop
at last, our limbs numb and unsure.
it took some time
to try and recollect the breath
which scattered on the way among
the black and compact stones we trailed
for fear stars might trick us :
one cannot be so bright
yet have nothing to hide.
we can see it, finally.
the wall - thick, silence-shaped.
there is nothing to be done. only
to stop and stare and fall.
dawn may rise now, and dew sparkle
on the sarcastic rocks like treacherous jewels.
beautifully, the sky is crying shooting stars.
we know it is genuine in the end,
and always has been - too late :
darkness over light we trusted,
lost our way, and hold each other's hands.
(sept 2009)