I am looking at sound

I am looking at sound
Imagine yourself
wakening
your eyes are open, but you don't see
there is no color
not even dark
your mind starts searching
for references
inside
the solidness of your past compositions, melting
for a tiny second the notion of
you
is swept into this black hole
of memory
lost in loops of anxiety
Imagine the fear
as you never thought of it
the real panic that
suddenly
nothing to be named, is there
no meaning of plural I, exists
around what?
in a last futile attempt
you scream
                   a long convulsive cry
I was able to see you
then, but
it was too late to
have you
back!
© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho