Silence like black silk is spun, Heart is bound in sheets of frost. Round and round I run and run— But the way to you is lost. A labyrinth without a wall, You have left a fleeting tread. I keep running, hear your call— Yet no road to you ahead. Every step sounds like a lie, Still I hear you calling through. Inside—only echoes dry; Where to seek a love that’s true? A slender thread between us burns; You were near—now you’re a shade. Where the world ends, no light turns— Silence slips into the fade. A labyrinth without a wall, You have left a fading trace. Now I’m here—alone, that’s all; And no answer shows its face.
