By Julia Stewart, TIWP student
At first you listened
You strained your ears to grasp it
After a time you realized;
There is nothing.
Not the sound of frogs shouting their desires
Not the wind bellowing its pain.
Finally you have been left there,
In that fraction of a second.
You soaked it up like a dessert’s rain
And you prayed to the silence.
But then you fathomed its meaning
Time chipped at you like an ax.
Piece by piece the fragments
Of your heart fell to ice cold the floor.
And yet they melted.
Your heart had become so frozen
Not even a frosted floor could hold its splinters
Your heart had not been constructed for this life.
It had longed for joy before death
And for an instant you encountered delight.
You watched from a far.
And for a while it was enough;
Watching ponds open like red blossoms
And the stars shine in nature’s eyes
But then the desire was no longer satisfied.
It grew into an ache and didn’t stop there
Your hunger grew beyond your own flesh and blood
And then you fell
You fell into the night where time was shattered
No longer did you belonged to the moon,
But to the surging flames.
That’s where the burning began.
That longing for joy before death had gone up in flames
And the only letters left spelled death.