All fell silent.
or rather the vapor of tears
still wafting down the tunnel
to a maze of a deep forest.
A flock of bats flew in darkness
where all converged,
all impulses, yearnings and despairs.
A thick layer of leaves
decayed with moisture.
There were so many signs of lives,
so many longings for rebirth.
The damp air was the fluid in a pregnant womb
mingling with the endless prayers,
the very chanting that melted and regenerated.
Drowned in the music,
her eyes closed,
her mind was drawn to a vista
where a new life was being fermented.
Night, December 10, 2010