To a lost light
I don´t want to write another poem for you: I want to write something to you. You don´t know me and I never knew you, yet I miss you. It´s weird how one can long so badly what was never held: I would have loved to gaze at your eyes, dressed in innocent maturity; next to a valley of heat and dust, a gleam of oblivious hope. Now that I know I will never know, I wish to hear your voice and mine colliding, our hands bonding, our souls tiding. Ever since that day, I try to remain silent, hoping to hear your childish laughter, tickling my ears in oriental winds. Damned those beasts who diminished our meeting: a dream that was born the day you were gone. Damned they who swallowed your light and puked a sea of mourners. Here I am: a simple drop: not from the same waters, yet not less blue. Why isn´t the world calling your name? Why are you not answering? Why are we not moving? My legs are not broken, but how can I, march when my heart is frozen? I´m not drugged, but I´m doped