I
have been to places where the gates never opened,
Where
signs are bold and reasons blinding,
Where
the only things present are the sounds of the clock,
Of the
tales of days gone by, and of the curtains that close and open,
Open
and close, close and open, and that’s what it’s always been like.
Open
and close, too, the valves of the heart open and close,
And
I breathe. There is pumping action and
The sound
of beating that never stops. I run to the dwelling place
That
awaits me, and I find you there.
I’ve
been to open spaces where the sky falls above me,
And
it swells to let the rain down. It’s a stage, and the play begins
Beaming
with lights and sounds. I will keep hearing the
Sounds
again, those which sounded like raindrops,
And I
will keep feeling the rain again, that which falls on my head
And
on the ground; now, I’m drenched everywhere,
Yet
I keep walking because I see paradise somewhere. I feel delight
In the
sight of everything new, but at last, I have come home,
I
see you, I have found you, and I have known you.
