I remember last September,
My name disappeared
from the crevices of your brain.

I remember last September,
The pain etched deeply in your eyes -
Trying to remember
But forgetting
The name you gave to your own loved child.

I remember last September,
As words fail to then utter my name.

I remember last September,
Tears rolling down your now changed face.

I remember...
Why didn't you remember me no more?

Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.

Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.

Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless and dull.

Imagine smelling the scent of faeces and decay,
of diseases and of death every single day.

Imagine your belly gurgling with hunger and distraught,
sniffing glue - the only way to delude.

Imagine walking on rickety bridges -
a step amiss and drown you will in these murky watery ditches.

Imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn,
being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own.

Imagine having silly daydreams of going to school
but there's not a penny to spare - not even for a worn-out book.

But alas, imagine no more for such children exist,
with ghosts clouding their starry dreams
And death hanging heavy upon their tiny, little feet.

I wish I know the road to hell
As only there will I e'er belong.

Lonely roads and shattered glass with splinters thrown my way,
And masques and lies of these honest men
Guiding me to fly astray.

My heart is hollow, raw and burning,
Spewing the bits of blood still remaining.
Cut berserk in the early day,
Stripped and squashed and stiff and squeezed.

Silent tears will ne'er be enough
To forget the misery I hast become.
Madness, come hastily:

For I cannot flow when the wind decides to blow.

I am impermeable
To the wind, to the rain
To the snowflakes
And to the purring of some cat.

I am impermeable
To the high-strung emotions
To the callousness of men
To the laughter and the words that hurt.

I am impermeable
To September's rain,
The lightning of thunder
The gasps and the screams.

I am impermeable
But not to others pain.
Yet I will not drown in a whirlpool of memories,
Or a tornado of dreams.

I am a colourful raincoat.

With eyes closed tight I walk the street,
Breathing in to northern wind.

Drowning me in memories,
Like an ecstasy of forgotten dreams.

Memories:
Never fading;
Never waning.

Take me back to Italy.

Underneath a crescent moon and twinkling stars
Lost in depths of infinite skies,
On calm soft seas and melodies
In long lost love and in old red wine.

I return with longing in my heart,
As I open my eyes and follow the light
Never to return but in memory.

Take me back to Italy.

When a soul dreams upon a sleepless star,
it unfolds through the seas twinkling of its eye.

On the night upon the star's last plight,
it's frail old soul morphs into Starfish,
amid sand, shells and violet light.