domingo, 24 de maio de 2015

Poesia (22.9)

Lungs

Lacking air,
Surrounded by water,
A storm approaches
To mix the sea
And the sky
Making my eyes glaze
Into darkness.

The depth I am to feel
In losing myself
Is the one I have never felt;
Yet to come is the sun.

I wait for it crying,
I loved it tenderly,
I lost it wildly,
I miss it deeply.

Come, Sun!
Fill my bones with metal
And my heart with light
So I can walk again
And again as myself
I'll be able to rise.

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário