They march at night
Along hidden side roads
Eyes unblinking
Hand signals
No words.

Backs like pillars
Hearts without walls
They cross the dark waters
In silence.

In the attic above the world
The invisible one waits
Tracing the ancient path
Through shadow.

Strength and honor
Sensitivity and care.

Old images return
Flashing
Blinding
Time hardens into stone
The body remembers
Muscles still ready.

The wound that never heals
Opens the gate of freedom.