Reencounter

Reencounter

I stood still
Below the blue haze skies
That claims for my presence
Again...

Echoed voices and whispers
Came from a full reverbed cave
While a quiet pleasant lunch
Stared from the whale stone
Comes evident on my thoughts.

Silence is precious
Even without its own pure existence.

It is time for reencounter...

The inner chase of humanity
Against confused acts
In our surrounded routines.

I have to go back
At least to say I tried,
Tried to break free from her spell.