viernes, 25 de enero de 2013

Further inside.

As a hole, further inside.

When he goes the earth absconds
and sun turns black in hindsight,
clouds come from the great beyond,
from the most starless and coldest night.

When he disappears the sky expires,
the last breathe is taken
by my deepest extinguished fire.

Further inside.

Out of the blue, leaving my mind to its fate,
digging in pain, breaking the thin glass,
something that was asleep now it is awake
opening daintily its eyes which are afraid.

And further inside his absence brights,
his figure is blurry and blind,
his words are bearing in my mind.

So far as I know, he is not so far,
but every second weighs,
it weighs more than the previous one,
leaving me in a sad haze.