Is It Goodbye?

At genesis, I doubted so surely of an end

whether so plain or buried beneath blinding clouds.

At genesis, all was so greenly alive that death seemed to resound in a distant dream world.

At genesis, I burned, and now so much the same too, to steal a warm grasp of your hand.

At genesis, I never believed there would be a looming end, whether plain or buried beneath blinding clouds

If silence could be heard, I would crave to sponge out your words in it

Because your silence renders my curious ears desolate

Do you refuge in the murder of needful speeches?

Words, the passkey to the dept of a loving heart

Without which every thing float and hover on the sea of feelings

These so plainly they show, habingers of an unvoiced farewell

Speak! Speak it out to the mercy of my ears

If it's goodbye, then farewells should be exchanged.