The Cricket's Elegy

The night unfolds its black wings One voice Across the fields One voice And no reply I carve my longing Into the cold air Wing against wing A spark of sound Against endless dark I call And call And call Beyond the reeds Beyond the mist Beyond the sleeping earth Is there another heart Listening The stars remain silent The grass bends But does not answer The wind remembers my name Yet brings back only My own voice Broken From distant emptiness Every cry A wound of light Every cry Returning alone I have filled the darkness With everything I am Still the darkness Keeps nothing For me Where are you Where are you Where are you The night grows older My song grows thin The fields no longer tremble The sky no longer listens I call from habit I call from sorrow I call because silence Terrifies me Perhaps There was never An answer Perhaps Only echoes Dressed as hope I release the last sound Into the cold And wait For nothing