November 23, 2009

Today, it is I / Candle by the Lake shore.



Today, it is I.

I who used to dream of a future,
I who used to fly every night
feeling the wind in my hair,
absorbing the moonlight and the stars and the planets.

Now I died.
Frozen inside, like the little boy
staring at his dream and yet, so far away.

But unlike you, I froze all the way,
like a tree to its core,
roots deep into a brown of worm
and yet, so chilly the wind here, outside.

Numbness—
Stop the thought on this week carcass
A corpse, a fetus of a dream never to come
into reality.

***


This is the story of a grown bird that was never meant to be.

And then, silver
from his green eyes of a field
of freshly moaned grass.
The smell of the little flame, still fighting in the tip
of the candle, curling in itself in blue dim light.
It was the only light in the room and there, in his corner,
David looked at the bare walls around him.
There, over that table the flame tried to be still.
A shadow in the grass where David sat.
The blue trembled, reflecting in the silver and the old piano;
A gush of wind rustled the brown leaves from the white branches,
Red lips in her fare skin, a kiss of eternity in him.
There, in his grass and corner and silver,
David looked at himself and saw that there was nothing in him,
nothing to be said or written or told.
Just a story of a never supposed to be.
That night of stars and Orion was the night
when the last key was ever played.
It was the night when he decided never to be again.
He dove into the dark lake, never to be seen or heard or touched.
Never to be found again.

Maxwell Black
November 23, 2009
02.08am


3 comments:

  1. Em todo o seu conteudo ha uma marca para mim, uma palavra que fica e toda uma prosa alucinada que me consome e arrasa. Brilhante. Por todas as razoes e mais algumas.

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  2. Obrigado pelo comentário. Sei que nem sempre respondo aos teus comments e que não o costumo fazer no teu blog mas, simplesmente não sei que dizer. Estás a ver quando lês algo que fica a ressoar dentro de ti como de um sino, que te impede de pensar o que quer que seja? É exactamente isso que me acontece :S
    So don't be offended. It's a good thing ;)

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  3. Nao fico... ATe porque nao é uma obrigação faze-lo. Tal como aqui, faço porque quero. Tambem aqui nao és obrigado a responder-me. EU deixo a mensagem e tu so tens apenas que absorver. E nao tens que te desculpar nem muito menos justificar. :) Sabes que nao preciso disso :D

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