Reminiscence of Wall and I

The rooster has swallowed the night again. And here we sit, face to face eating hungrily at each others’ hearts without a word between us spoken. The room is much too large, though small for our bosoms are filled with loneliness, no candle light which we can see, no breath of life which we can breathe, we only gaze into our eyes, weary of life and tired of living, yet this has made us understand each others' whispering these soundless words spoken from our hearts. No barrier restrains us, nor does distance keep us apart for if we, but stretch our arms as a withered tree branch without life, we could come together, we would touch. Yet we are not to stretch our arms, instead we sit here face to face, we will never try to touch our limbs, for I know your warming hand has passed over my wounded heart, my trembling hand is rested on your shoulder which is crushed by heavy burdens. Moonbeam and stillness has flowed, and you, and I, also flowed; the rooster has swallowed the night again, and here we sit, face to face eating hungrily at each others’ hearts without a word between us spoken.