In the Dome of Silence
by Ashraf Gohar Goreja

I heard a piteous cry
As departed from a soul
Who it could be
In the dome of night
Was it my conscious
Or retiring owl ?
How desperate my thoughts have been
To inspire my dreams
For they were never true.
Mortal joy of love
Blended with sorrows
Suddenly passed through.

Oh ! My silent visitor
Don't you oppress
It's dome of silence
And domain of dying hopes
Often you come and go
Each night in solitude
Yet I have buried myself
Deep in narrow slopes.

Far in the valleys
Quite and hazy
There I often see
Ruins of holy love
There comes no merci,
Cool winds or rain
Only glimpse of sorrow
Loneliness over and above.

By Ashraf G.Goreja
Copyright July 26.1983