In this
place
where history
holds no sway
yet even the
deepest scars are loved,
no-one is
known by name
nor failures
and accomplishments
nor colour
of eyes, hair or skin.
In this
place
the language
spoken
is the
delicate tongue
of
remembrance and longing,
of
intimation, tears
and the
unspeakable joy
of being
known.