Only there in the shine of your love
may I rest
it was just us, despite the silhouette of distance
always there in the freedom of waiting
wild in its form, we catch the closeness of the last second
skin vibrates in the absence
of what’s always present and urging
for a moment, to just rest in.
Be still until emotions stops to spin
then start to move with courage
to your free will.
Rebirth will occur
when the blowing wind recall your memories
and you decide to jump out of it.
can also be removed
so that the time perspective ends
Drastically, without expectation
as the witnessed serum of truth
reverses the steps of contemplation
the thought lags
emotions float in the garbage’s memory
a witness holds a thought about the transience of life
one we pass by, one you, one I
weak night lights its candle in a song
hold me back
in a track
you can find me at times.
You let the darkest aspect of you
lead to maturity
you became your own master
fed your physical heart with compassion
In a hide it is glimpsed
like inners inside prisons
a thread that spins the story
is a path
that always finds you.
Let the limitation of words rest
as the pillow of sleep wants
to see it as you whisper
from the insides.
If I were a consciousness
it would be shared with you
a day when the shadow stubbornly follow along
in the steps of the wild
it was never written as a saga
more like a bare description
you wanted, you would
in freedom create
one step at a time
of your own will.
A second later
the story was shown as the shadow of its bygone beauty
the hidden is awakened in its forgotten form
in the porridge, from a scent
time stops, still.