Stirring at the sunset memories
of the sunrise, burning with desire,
truth of the living dead, dark reddish
clouds are there and there, on the midst
of the horizon.
As I recall all great the conversations I had
with her: lonely sounds are being played by
the unknowns neighborhood fellows from afar.
Loneliness be squeezing itself slowly in
my mind getting there, Yes getting there
breaking all source of peace in my heart.
Behind all thoughts, I came across the
tree slowly being blown by the soft winds:
Slowly as my medulla oblongata plays the memories of the lost moment…
Time we shared and spared, my eyes
be filled with tears; suddenly I craved
to be cuddled and no one was around.
I can’t resist, I can’t take it anymore; trying
to make a phone call right away: it’s just a
matter of time.
Voicemail controls the traffic, the lady tells
me to please try again later.
Time is waiting for no one.
Two rat’s are chasing each other on
my sights, are they feeling what i feel
or they’ve been sent to hurt me even more?
Are they showing off or craziness it’s
begging it’s way into my brain? I don’t know
mixed emotions round about me has taken over…
As the sun disappears being clueless and senseless:
In the jungle is where I belong.
I guess I will miss her, like stars misses the sun.
Only time will tell.