And it is precisely the dawn with her
touch that make the shadows loose their consistency that in the night
wriggled in my dreams.
I cross the limbo with my usual
uncertainty, right there, on the boderline between the reality and
the dream I become insecure even of my senses, doubting the very
existence of the world in which I am guest in this certain time
range, unsure I am wondering if the night journey has not been
nothing more than a glimpse of a parallel reality tied to my soul.
I feel you
the boundary between life and death is
as thin as the needle that carve your skin.
I'm afraid that Charon endue by a
sudden mercy, granted a last visit before carrying you in Hades.
I cannot breath
I feel suffocated
I cannot move or even get up.
I wait the awaking of the sun to
challenge those loads that have collapased on me, remove those stones
that are imobilazing me, drinking greedly the light, grab the
memories, hoping that sometime I could be wrong.
I understand it was just a bad dream,
finally I am free of the agony.
Welcome sun, welcome Light, release me
from those horrible shadows that smell like sulphur.
I wish to be there while he is still asleep,
whispering how much I love him in one of his dreams, enough to give the strenght he needs,
to fight against his fiends.
Our souls are bounded
by the same fate but condemned to reach each others only in dreams, shifting traces in an undisclosed reality.
© Diana Mistera 7.5.2013
