terça-feira, outubro 5

lost beauty

don’t invent me
- she said -
I can hardly see the sky
like your eyes can;
you can draw my name in the sand
in the sand letter by letter
though the sea will hit the shore
though the sea will fade your dream
- and suddently she smiled while rain was catching her eyes -
it’s crazy to be alive
and each night becomes more difficult
every night;
no direction
and she turned her backs to me
rushing away in a kind of play
(that night)
rain was performing