Good Morning
to the sun that never rises,
the moon that never fails to hide,
to the colors of my imagination,
to my dreams and their sweetest sensations.
I follow your muted calling
to the end of the circle of life.
Trying to catch the shadows
that your absence throws,
and package the memory
with no date of expiry.
Not anchoring your soul in flight
I swallow any promise
forever too light.
The wave of good-bye,
... you see?
Only the distance reveals
its true beckoning:
"Come back to me!?"