[Originally Published — January 2009]

We need to crumble down
and to adjust all the spared minutes and seconds
on the dial of our lives
with the hands of thought and silenced hymns.

In the frame of the open window
is an old painting
that has gathered much dust
it is an image…of time…of destiny…of waiting in vain.

May the town’s heart be revived
and may the silent soil
hear once again
the song of the rain’s happiness.