Requiem

I loose again,
I give up In a new defeat:
You've gone.

I feel the need to see you,
To blossom with the darkness
Of your glance.

The fallen leaves that flight
With the wind make a dome
Around me, and isolate your
Voice from my heart;
It's salted water that shoots
Forth like flood from the depth of myself,
Inside my soul cries
And the rain doesn't cease.

I close my eyes thinking of my own soul,
Of my own words
That can't find you;
And the brume involves me
And I feel the cold of the silence...
The doubt to find you,
And the rain doesn't cease.