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
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.
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