We left with our shadow
We didn't look back
Holding our pain
Tight in the chest
Away from useless things
Away from dead beings
Anywhere the fate us brings
Occasional poet due to a childish infatuation never passed. I own THE EDGE Art Gallery in Second Life with Ladmilla and write my poems for her artworks and mine.
We left with our shadow
We didn't look back
Holding our pain
Tight in the chest
Away from useless things
Away from dead beings
Anywhere the fate us brings
Each sign is a message
first to themselves and then to others
an appointment in a distant future
when lost the memory
of faces, actions and sounds
we will have to rely on those symbols
It is up to us to revive them
give them a meaning
perhaps even imaginative
but that will inspire us in life
Where did we lose our way
At what precise moment
Was it by mistake
Maybe it was for love
Or out of terror
Now we wander among the waves
of an unknown ocean
towards an unknown landing
The not taken paths
never existed
And the lost ones
they are forever
Memory weighs foggy
different for each of us
Suspended we are over the abyss
over the past rubble
Our fragile wings spreaded
in a longing for heaven
If in the air a gasp
rapidly flapping wings
on the edge of the night
vaguely floods your pale face
in this silent wall of shadows
tell me where that bright path is
that I dreamed of for us in our most beautiful days?
It is the time my dear for a profounder prayer
in this gathered shell of naked flesh
like a wound that cannot heal
in a faint and animal tremor
infinitesimal particles
of a brownian haze
I beg your pardon my children
no longer my eyes see
in the dark we are all alone