Splitted

The world around me has vanished, lost in the night All things and thoughts seem fallen in some black hole The wires are ruptured, the sky is flashing with light Or, maybe, it’s the result of my last default And since the dark has taken me by surprise I’ve lit a candle, remained of Christmas Eve Its gentle flame is dancing before my eyes Obedient to your whisper, my true belief I pour out my soul onto the sheet I write a letter to someone who’s drawn a sword And looking over my shoulder you try to read But obviously understand not a single word I hear you saying again: I should not give up Oh, can you recall the time when you were betrayed? I wonder if ever you saw me draining your cup And bearing that very cross to the top one day Let poetry be my last escape from the blues I heard about its healing creative force The way rough diamonds turn into precious jewels It facets our feelings and secret thoughts My pen is running along and filling the page The flame is dancing, and slowly drop by drop The melted wax is running over the edge I guess that trust has nothing to do with hope It’s really hard to live on and never wait, To liberate all your fantasies, let’em fly Resigning to the maxima “come what may” And write your story across the undying sky My poetry is the candle your love has lit It’s not the wax, but verses are dripping down The wick of life is burning - I’ve got a bit When everything is written I’ll simply die. Or, possibly, it will end up with less delay If someone, who wants to leave to forget my face, Just slams the door behind and goes away, And blows out my dream To another space You’re not a smoker - there are no matches at hand To make alive that one decided to break I know my fate, and truly I don’t pretend Please shelter my lonely light from a big mistake . 22/11/2013