This painting – already published – was meant for the poetry that I was still writing.
I go to bed and it’s another night without you
I wake up and it’s another daybreak without you
Our cats hang around and stare at me
perching over the furnitures and the sink.
Outside the window, through the foggy and dusty glass
the thyme smiles and the basil greets too.
Tiredly I make some coffee,
there’s plenty of coffee in our pot now
and I don’t have to fill it up so often
not like we had to do before,
‘cause it’s another breakfast without you.
I sit, within a sunbeam in the kitchen
and it’s another sunny morning without you.
I wander through my day’s hours
working in all the empty rooms still filled of you.
But it’s just another daybreak without you.
I long to sit and talk with you
hanging lazily out on the balcony
and holding hands in the sunny afternoon.
But the sun rays miss you
and the weak breeze can’t caress your face.
I still walk sometimes downtown,
over the narrow streets
like when I walked with you
or in the park, like we used to.
But now the streets are lonely
and the park is misty too.
I know I shouldn’t let myself be down
‘cause if I were where you are now
and you were where I’m still here
I wouldn’t like you to be down or suffer
for not having me around.
I’d like to drive you to the autumn sea,
lay down with you on the sunset’s shining sand
and lightly touch your briny lips,
but now I can only linger in my lonely thoughts
for all the things you would have loved to do
and I hoped too, I could have done again with you.
Will there be other sad daybreaks without you?
Other downcast days and lonely nights without you?
There may be still many sad daybreaks
and lonely nights for me ahead
but none of them will ever be without you
and your beautiful smile I’ll always have and see
shining around and all inside of me.
Dedicated to the one I love, Margaret Mary Healy, September 2017
2 thoughts on “Another Daybreak without You…with You”
un canto meraviglioso, a cuore aperto; leggendolo arriva quasi la certezza che non ci siano confini fra questa e l’altra dimensione ,ma uno spazio immenso attraverso il quale vengono udite anche le parole non dette. Ce lo suggerisce anche la tua splendida illustrazione…C’è una forza immensa che si coglie e fa riflettere su molte cose… Ciao Ennio, felice giornata
Come faccio a rispondere a una così bella descrizione?…solo continuando a pensare e scrivere in tutti i modi in cui posso farlo…un giorno, non così vicino farò una mostra dell’arte e del pensiero a Roma. spero che potrai venire…