Behind grey clouds,
a veil of silver mist
is hiding colourless,
penetrable nothing…
Inside a cocoon of dried tears,
stillborn,
trapped in time,
beats an empty heart,
impatiently,
a soul does her duty,
silently, humbly,
searching…
Falling,
blind and deaf
chasing dreams drifting by,
waiting
and falling
forever into …hope…


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007