I am reminded of my silent voice
hushed away by songs from the gentle night
i see some pearls, perhaps of great price
they wet my burning eyes, and vanish out of sight


beneath the fiery breath of crying ice
melts a river flowing through the beastly heart
flooding, what once seemed a road in disguise
taking me along, dragging me apart


i welcome the dry lands i encounter in my way
with genuine smile and gratitude in my heart
the part of me i long for, there should stay
i sway and kiss it, and return to the silent part.