The invisible stone wall of silence
Separates two turbulent oceans
And crumbles
Just when the waves are pacified.
A precarious ocean
Separates two cold stone walls
And dries dead
Just when the sun shines warm.
We have seen these, felt these
But the crumbled wall
Or the dried up sea
Do not reveal to me
The hunger of union.
Or the power of love — as you call it.
My Love, what will you say?
