They hear me,
but they
understand me
not..
Because, in truth,
I’m not
The Voice unto
their ears.

Merely but noise
in foreign tongues
is what they hear.
What of it is there
left to cherish..
what of it to still
hold dear?

When silence
doesn’t feel
like peace.. and,
all of a sudden,
less is more
and far is near..
The End draws
ever closer.
Closer than
it may appear.

I’m ready
to embrace it.
In my silence
there’s no
spite or malice..
only love and light.

I hold no fear.