Maybe you kissed me

with different lips

this morning 

I felt your face leaning

and almost sinking gently in mine

and the warm arms of your love

around my sleeping chest.

Morning was always your best time

and I wonder who is more alive 

now between me and you.

I feel, I know, I’m sure

of other ways we still can walk together

and it’s not strange at all

that I can still be well and fine

when I feel I’m home “with” you,

longing for what we have lost

and what might still be ahead for us

and that I don’t think I feel alone

wandering in my lonely time

albeit the tears and sorrow that rise

like waves of a shining stream

inside and out of me

sometimes calm, somewhere wild.

All my tears falling on your face

weren’t enough to hold you

the day you slipped away

and your eyes were looking

another unknown reality

but I knew that was only

the changing part of you

leaving the changing part of me

without defeating

the invincible energy of Love.

It wouldn’t be so bearable

without hoping and believing

to feel you again and always

in and beside me.

If we didn’t meet by chance

I would have looked for you

everywhere in all the Universe.

I couldn’t give you the last help

you’ve asked me

but now I am the one who needs your help

now it’s you the one who knows better

the ways and modes to look for me

and wait to meet again

at the crossroad of Space and Time.

Love’s feelings can’t be seen,

measured or kept captive

no one can touch them

still they exist like powerful waves of attraction

making two souls desire to merge in one

like a mysterious, invisible energy

coming from the more immense power

that moves the stars and all the Universe.

ennio forina for March, 11, 2017