Silence, my compass in time

Silence, my compass in time,  

I abandoned the page where I wrote...  

And for this, I ask the wind's pardon.  

Sadness? Perhaps, I cannot say for certain,  

But longing is what I felt most.  

Writing redeems and awakens me,  

And reminds me that love is always necessary.  

In these lines, once disordered,  

Where beauty seemed to hide,  

An unexpected passion emerges,  

Like a prayer, sweet and flowered.  

Yes, I am tired, but not sad,  

For all of this exists and persists.  

In these verses that thus arise,  

Candid and pure as a virgin's eyes.