Sometimes the sun is red
sometimes it is not
Everything depends on the atmosphere
I shout in silence to your absence
You hide behind broken mirrors
We have a blue environment
far mountains through afternoon glasses
I face thorny visions when I try to set eyes on you
Don’t stare at me like that
I’ll cry if you do it
Come with me
There are no golden apples in the horizon
It’s noon at the end of a storm
There is time
WHO AM I TRYING TO CONVINCE?
Eternity is gone
always has been
Only reflections with no words are left
flat images with memories of depth and a tacit conversation
We are burying the last sun tonight
No one seems to care
Fifty two moments of passion and no sacrifices for new light
This is an old poem that I wrote back in 2004.
I reworked it today to participate in the Open Link Night 119 at dVerse.