so silently
each mark made in memory
before it slips away

every breath a rarity
witch keeps us apart


were each breath
is a single note

and our words
are written

true

*

I once saw you
as I crossed a street
a strangers face
trough a rain

you are the one
I need to meet

rememberable

tell me your name?

*

"Is this still the way...
to Rome?

Would you lend me
your honest hand
and guide me
into your own home?"


And inside these hallowed walls
under this breathtaking
whispering dome

where all hope is lost
and surety
never truly rests

is this still
the place to be

when your body
finally falls down
for a last tremor

still desperately try
to reach towards

that elusive
unforgettable
dream of life





I will listen
as your sigh
slips away...

*