Do
you need help?
Stop!
Pulling my arm won't
bring
us any closer
be!
cause
you are
dead
and
I'm
lost
vanishing slowly among
your
living
shadows.
Still
believe
it:
rain
will end
awki
sand
will stop streaming -
when
time fills over
the
edge
of
happiness,
continents
will annul their
definition,
as no more friction
no
more subduction will
swing
earth's crust
in
love, pathetically plain
and
blow westerlies inside
birds
and trees -
an
extinguishable set of
memories
failing
to travel from
cell
to universe:
... no
return
be!
cause
That
Day
I
will be able to catch you
again,
in my hand
like
a dream's ply
throbbing
at
each dying
in
me.
©
2014 José Eduardo Coelho
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