Your petrified smiles face the sun
mirror on the paths we walked,
and flowers without a name.
(Next year you will depart to encounter my dreams.)
The crags whiten from counting time.
You were approaching from afar
I did not see any glass screens between us,
- I know, you were a dreamy form,
floating in Pelago, my tiredness and the sun,
excessive on the eyelids, please lower,
I need to talk to you.
Small silences, small silences that shine
all of my hands baptized me
you offered them a name like an omen,
I shaped you,
you called me Angel.
When the downpour started, you vanished
betimes was morning
Inside the rainfalls you attempt to address me,
and I recall you
you come closer but you don't know it
and I don't see it, and you don't know me.
© G.V. 03-16-2013
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Contest Name: free verse