ABSENCE
Absence is a lost langage
inaccessible to the present.
Memories arise like a mirage
and the answer to each question
is no answer, although each unknown feather
that falls tips the balance of world .
Absence is a langage reflected
on waves, foam fragile as silhouettes
of angels blown by the wind,
an illusion held somewhere in the past
we shared.
Where do they go, all those lost words,
names, symbols, leaving behind the plea
of take me with you to your bright
forever ?
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 5:28 AM UTC
ABSENCE
Absence is a lost langage
inaccessible to the present.
Memories arise like a mirage
and the answer to each question
is no answer, although each unknown feather
that falls tips the balance of world .
Absence is a langage reflected
on waves, foam fragile as silhouettes
of angels blown by the wind,
an illusion held somewhere in the past
we shared.
Where do they go, all those lost words,
names, symbols, leaving behind the plea
of take me with you to your bright
forever ?
# This poem is a tribute to a companion I have just lost.