TIME AND SPACE

You haunt me in my dreams, like a ghost,

You whisper in my ear luminous words

You flood me with wreaths of light and scent,

Words never spoken.

In my dreams I feel you beside me, so close!

Your embrace lulling me,

It takes me to places never imagined

Unreal places of fantasy.

When I awake I get lost in my memory of you,

I think of you thinking of me,

I see myself reflected in your lost gaze, of light and shadow.

And reality falls upon me, in those moments of awake dream.

Lonely and deserted in this world of reality

Drifting…

But then, you come back to me

I feel your hand on my shoulder,

Protecting me.

And reality no longer suffocates me, because you are with me

And your lips of air keep on whispering

That I am not alone

And you tell me about parallel universes

And how, somewhere in time, we are as close as we are right now

And how in space there is a place for us

And how you traveled to me, in your flight of stars

So that I can also feel you beside me here.

You tell me about our life beyond this world

You tell me that we are together since the beginning of time

Wandering through universes, meeting on the clouds.

And I remember you.

I know I always look for you,

And I know you were always by my side.

Notwithstanding time and distance,

Notwithstanding oblivion and rain.

I can stop searching for you, my soul complete.

I can go on, you with me always,

After your flight through the stars.

Feet in the sand, garlands on my hair.

My heart free, the quest over

Filling the empty well in my soul.

Together, as always, somewhere in time and space.

Sometimes

Sometimes, time flies before our very eyes, carrying on its feathers all the words unsaid.

Sometimes, the past brings us all the lives unlived.

Sometimes, all our broken dreams haunt us in the night, dancing before our closed eyes, piece by piece.

And then, almost always, we wonder who said those words, who lived those lives, who kept those whole dreams.

And then, almost always, we prefer oblivion.

And then, almost always, we say to ourselves that the words unsaid were ours, no one else’s, and that they died in the black pond of the wasted words.

We say to ourselves that the life we live is only ours, and that no one is living the one that was destined only to us, and that all the unlived lives die in a deep and unreachable well (so that nobody can steal them)

And we like to think that the dreams were broken with a hammer made of crystal and tears, and that they could never be whole again.

And we go on living our forgotten life.