Peace... sometimes even in dreams i can't obtain it,
Sometimes distant to my being,
So close that i can see it,
So far that i can't feel it,
Lights and music,
Memories roam,
Bittersweet to my soul,
Incidental and great,
Melancholic and destructive.

Cicadas sound,
Trying to accomplish their duties,
And i have not been able,
With a simple task that brings me pain,
Which is forgetting you,
Which is leaving all memory.

Empty the cave is,
But its walls,
An art so enigmatic,
Precious stones sprout from it,
And maybe at some point,
They will shine,
And the cave,
Empty will leave to be.

Until then,
In my impervious cave,
It will roll out an echo,
Some toneless voices,
Whispers in the air,
Recesses from my soul,
Faded paintings from my memories,
Whose direction,
Will guide me to the same point,
To my search,
My quest,
My bedded,
Of finding out my glimpse of peace.