I Await You

I grew up and matured, but I have still not reached your level, the traveler of the silent world. You were a pioneer, and every land I set foot in was under your dominion. I felt pain. Unfortunately, I realized late that you yourself were pain. A deep and constructive pain. A deep and constructive pain. A sweet pain like the pain of birth. A pain that must exist to evoke the feeling of being. I experienced love but did not know that you yourself were love. A love as vast as your feverish and rainy eyes that were never exposed to the view of an outsider. And I am wandering through days when, without speaking to me, you spoke from the heart, and with all my sincere feelings, I could not express the deep sense of lips sewn shut by hardships. Despite all your unwillingness, I am still awaiting you.