THOSE WHO REMAIN
Today has been a special day
and as the evening sun slowly sets
and a jealous sky fights the pressing darkness,
I look in the distance, leaning at the window to bear the memories.
I can already feel the pain,
the unharmonious din of a time made of silences and regrets,
of rancours that force new mistakes.
A time when I, indifferent to any call, any offer, any plea
I, with the shoulders to the world,
would only see all the shades of my self-love.
I built a delirious universe all around myself,
where everything had tiredness of exisiting and wide open sorrow.
I look way up high at a star and I can see myself in that suffering,
in that weak and useless gleaming.
The victorious darkness towers contemptuous now
over a sun won and beaten like our brief happiness.
Wait a moment before leaving,
I want to look at you again,
wait a moment before turning around,
I want to graze you again
and imagine of you having nice dreams only
where we are happy and we never die.
Dream of me, my missed love, I am the time we have never had,
the unsaid words,
I am the shards of your absence.
And then, suddenly and quiet, the sky wears all its colours and its infinities on again.
The darkness fades away and I do stay.
Every gesture weights differently now, every thing has got a new value.
Dream of me, my grateful love, I am the time we have lived,
the shared words,
I am the strength of your absence.
Hope you like it Maria? 
. I'd never had my 'poems' put into images before :).
