...black
like the night...
...black like the night
the way
only one way
in the tunnel
an no end to see...
no look back
only to the front
but the way is long
and strong.
Don`t see,
where I`m going,
it`s dark,
the Hand is not to see in front of the eyes...
Don`t know,
how long I`m here,
stay a moment...
I lose all,
all of feelings
for room
and time...
...no light to see,
the way seems without end...
But the dark touch me tender,
seems like can take
*don`t have fear*
is someone whispering to my ear
...where comes this voice from...
who is here,
who is here by my side,
in this impenetrable darkness...?
Could it be the breath of the wind,
who talk to me...?
feel I`m not alone,
can it feel nearly...
*I hold your hand,
if you feel alone*
...and again this voice...
Who is talking to me...?
it is no one here beside me,
I am alone
on my way,
what is black like the night...
I reach out my hand instinctively,
to feel
who is here,
seems
near beside me...
But my hand catch the emptiness...
Is is no one here,
I am alone...
go on a piece,
darker and harder the way will go on...
only slow I can go on,
in hope
don`t to lose the way,
don`t to lose myself
in the darkness...
Where is the aim, where is the light...?
how long I go there,
without the feeling
to be far away only one step...?
How long I have to go,
with my fear,
that the darkness will win...?
...the voice,
I hear it again,
it talks to me...
*I will catch you, if you thinking you`re falling*
...I feel the low breath of the wind,
feel how it stroke soft my face...
Sure,
yes, absolutly sure,
the wind was talking to me...
I`m still alone
can´t see someone,
in the darkness,
there is surround me,
like a black cloth...
Let me see,
point you out...
I would like to shout,
but I`m still mute,
not in position to speak one word...
...can`t breake the silent
of the night,
what kind of power she have...
It scared me,
think of the words,
that I heard first
*don`t have fear*
...but I have it...
Point you out,
show you now,
don`t talk only with me...
It seems, I have talken my thoughts loud,
cause I hear the voice again...
*take a little patience,
you will see the light soon*
...where is the light...?
Where is it now,
it is not to see,
no one of the smallest gleam of light...
My own hand in front of the eyes
I can`t recognize...
..........
written in December 2000 by I. Rozier
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