Picture that recurs

I Still breath
Because you haven´t arrived yet.
I breath strong
because your picture represents me weak.
How I long your land´s silence
That silenced the ghosts of my sick soul.
I know that there expects me my chimney
with its rolling flames and that rough smell of wood burning and crackleing.
I know that the mysterious window I imagine and that green meadow are there.
I know that my soft chair has not gone.
I know that there the moon shines stronger
because I haven´t seen it.
I know that the stars flock and dilate because I haven´t yet arrested.
I know that there you are, quietly and peacefully.
I know that your eyes, like crystalline droplets, make me forget the time.
I know that you there run, swim, scream… live.
I know that you wait at the door… Radiant and beautiful as ever.
I know you expect me to get there,
I hope to see you wait for me.
I will be there someday…
No matters when…
Doesn´t matter if that wolud be today or tomorrow.
I know that my life interweaves there and with you…
I will be there when the white wings rise against the chains.
And when the prized freedom be raised from the earth.
I will be there… Do not desesperate.

Diego A. Marino