I’m
leaving your sky
And your
earth
I’m
leaving your consent
And your
wrath
I’m
leaving
As a
dewdrop dropping off
A dying
flower
As
raindrops
Running on
a windowpane
On their
way to a waiting grass
As a bird
emigrating at dawn
With no
intention to return
As a teardrop leaving its eye
Without turning back
To see what tears seeing
it off
I’m leaving
As a flute’s heartbreak
Travelling over the mountains
of pain
As a larva stretching its
wings of life
One summer
And flying away
A butterfly of dream
Quaking and collapsing in a
moment
I’m leaving
Nothing is left on my palms
to feed your dreams
I have sprinkled to you
everything I once had
I’m leaving with no provision
For my provisions are the
hymns of a heart,
The essence of a prayer,
And longing for a voice that
calls:
Come to me
I’m the light and the shade
The moisture after thirst
Everything is me
And I am everything
Come to me
With no return
Leave to them
All what the day has
Have you ever seen on its
sides
Anything but noise and dust?!
Have you ever seen on its
scales
Anything but injustice,
falsity, and defeat?!
Leave to them
What is to them
Everything you wish is with
me
Come…
To me…
