Between Two Shores

I am not placing a final full stop,
A comma still gapes on the line of my soul.
My heart is a beat that refuse to drop,
A trembling butterfly, losing control —
In the deadness of silence.
I haven't forgotten where boundaries dwell,
I haven't yet melted my soul in the flame.
My mind is exhausted by prophecies’ spell,
But Love fills the void that is lacking a name —
In the space of the hollow.
I haven't yet quite unlearned how to hope,
I haven't yet tired of feeding my dreams
To the heart that was scorched on a downward slope.
I haven't yet quite lost my suffering's gleams —
And the sorrow I follow.
Like a shard in the vein, submission seeps in,
Obedience to Fate, like a monastery's vow.
Who crucified me for a "godless sin",
Condemned me to ages of torment, and how —
A thousand years' trial?
I am not yet reborn, but I haven't yet died,
I’m somewhere between the two shores of the tide.
The river of waiting has brought me at last
To the peace of the heavens, where shadows are cast —
In the clouds, without guile.