Following the path of our dreams
we stopped before we get to the source where did we meet,
and if all this was over before
perhaps we would talk again.
The path that we can no longer travel together where it would take us?
Now there is the wall of earth among us. Hard and silent, mercilessly stentorian. In such rivers and springs we’d immersed in such springs and valleys kissed by the eternal sun of noon of simple and true hearts? Such ridges we climbed shoulder to shoulder, looking at the hazy horizon, or sighting saddles with you on your shoulders?
Now I’ll have to wander and climb up on each ridge, hills and mountains of the universe, in an eternal present, in search of an impossible redemption.
Silent and alone, looking for answers impossible in serotonin wind.