LAURA MATACHE · VERSURI
At the edge of silence cold, Night leans softly into stars, While the wind walks old roads slowly Through forgotten fields and scars.
Every now and then fate falters, Stops beneath the weary sky, Searching in the eyes of strangers For one drop that won’t run dry.
I am just a grain of sand In the hourglass of time, A fading song the darkness buried Before it learned to rhyme.
So many secrets sleep inside us, So many words remain unnamed, As we wander through the shadows Trying not to break in flames.
At midnight all the skies awaken, Eyes become electric storms, Windows tremble, stars grow restless, Silence shifts and darkness mourns.
Then I turn and see behind me Every road I walked alone, And I realize the truth at last: I was never chased by storms.
I was the storm all along.
© Laura Matache · Toate drepturile rezervate.
