They have sunk beneath seas of silence,
Only rarely do I catch a sight of them in dreams.

They smile, but have no speech and I strain to
Understand what’s on their mind.

Layers of layers of time, but the distance is always
The same as when they left.

This endless grief, the loneliness of an exile
Fleeing melancholy.

The distance is always the same, till time stops!
Briefly and death does us meet again.