Photo by Simone Capriotti ©
By LauraLME ©
hits the retina of drowsy eyes,
pushing against the darkness of our hearts,
invading blind alleys and hidden bends,
lost in the echoes of useless words
screamed in silence.
Suspended on the wires of time,
between the reflections on this muddy water
of sickening days and scattered hopes,
the thin images of our souls
drenched with rain and tears
compressed by memories.
Little waves of sculptured smiles,
those of a pale, premature moon
looking at us
while we walk…
And yet we are still!
like shadows sticking up to the heart.
We wander through wild paths
of grudges and regrets
dancing in a virtual circle
of tired words
leading us to the border
with dream and illusion…
Where we once lost ourselves
following photometric lights
on arches bright of colors
and soft of clouds.
Standing still now, we look at that water
ruffled by wind and shadows
without frames without colors,
as we are now: