bereft of any doubt
the sielnce had broken a promise
what was not supposed to be said
had been said
the broken bridge had been
relaid
now, you can cross over to the other side
sow seeds, tend the garden
if you need, you can manure the soil
that remains to be tilled
it will bloom, i have no doubt
when will you recall
the promises made before the mazar of a saint
to engulf all the memories
with a shawl of silence
no matter how much does the
crying child
of a bright lit night demands attention