Maybe you kissed me
with different lips
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
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
è l’unica arma
che può ucciderti
quando non la possiedi,
quando non la usi.