Dear queen of the night,
the guiding light in the abyss of despair –
you have no mouth to ruin your beauty
and yet, you are an inventor of friend’s duty.
with whom my soul should talk
who’d be silenced by my pain
like you are, stoned in grace –
faithful shiny rock of space …
not empty words will ease my pain
but the quiet loyalty that makes me safe
speechless acceptance of my tears and patience
friend not conditioned by conversation –
Your light peace my doubts and hesitations
offers hope in the darkness of my time –
healing happens in the absence of sound
the calmness of time will cure my wound.