Call from Yesterday

The silent surrounding us

was way louder than the cries

with which we tried to raise our voices to you,

the blinding light lighting up the room

much dimer than the darkness

in which crawling we used to find our way to you,

the heat warming up the room

was much more freezing than the frost

which froze the land and the sea that very year,

our hands tied together

are further more incapable of reaching one another
than the times when we were miles apart

but still free;
and leading life by our own will.

Now the curse once cast upon us is fulfilled.

We are imprisoned in this silent, lightened, warm room, tied together,

so that none can call for another or tie another loose.

And yet deep in my heart

I believe to hear you humming an old well known song;

the song of the old days.