SALVUS SPE

A shade of black, blue, and violet

These colors, now the hue of the skies.

Spectrum dazzle no more,

Dove seems like a coward

For the black crow opened wide its beak.

 

Shocked by what had happened,

The all-curious Pandora shut the lid.

And lo! Only one was not able to fly,

The ability to hope remained inside.

 

In her walk to remember,

Moore sang the song of her soul.

“It’s the one that I’ve tried to write

Over and over again. . .”

The symphony awakes her in the infinite cold.

 

Highrise walls are my barricades,

Iron chains are my fetters.

Fitted like tension in the narrow,

As if withered seed kissed the ground of zero.

 

Walking in a circle of darkest-dark blue

I’ve nowhere, no else to go to.

Alas! A sudden glimpse and glance

Of my peripheral vision,

Façade of hope tingled my disturbed attention.

 

So I stepped inside, bent, knelt upon my feet.

Gazing the only Light that shines so bright.

I felt then in a sudden,

A feeling myself can’t ever imagine.

My eyes are extracting, my shoulders are shaking

Seems like my burdens were gone,

Thru tears dropping, runnin’ down-in-down.

 

Pillars inside gave me their assuring protection,

Tweets of tiny brown birds calming my emotion.

I turned the round compass,

From west to east,

Realizing myself not alone at least.

 

Then standing up one’s alley,

Light whispered my dumb ears, saying not to worry.

Then I say, Salvus Spe, gratia tibi.

In hope I am saved, je vous remercie

Grazie, grazie. . .