Cold flashes of rain again on my drying face …
When I stayed away in the night near giving up.
So tired from being all alone and missing your embrace,
So empty from always moving and not knowing when to stop.
Where can I really go when I cannot see you there?
Will there be a home somewhere with your light in it?
Like travelling with only one foot and no one seems to care,
With only one eye … and one little heart missing your spirit.
Years are piling up and my memories have turned cloudy …
Roads have become barren with sadness and I'm afraid.
I often take a walk in the evenings when I'm suddenly thirsty …
And sit somewhere singing until my voices fade.
I still hold the pictures of your faces that had left me.
I can always see your smiles taking my breath away.
I find you in all of these colors, a rose in this eternity …
A spark in the silence, wind in the night … flower of day.
So, you still live in me … all of you.
Like dreams swimming in my ocean when it is blue.
Yes, you still live in me … especially you.
Calming storms, catching falling stars … love remains true.
adrian barleta antique 2.7.26
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