quarta-feira, 16 de agosto de 2017

TELL ME


Tell me how to bear
the absence of what I didn't have, but already felt?
 
How to silence the bruised skin pain
of another sunset without you?
 
Tell me that yesterday was mirage
and tomorrow will be courage.
 
Tell me fear has no color
and luck has no hurry.
 
Tell me that you will come
that I'll wait
In the curve of the afternoon,
or on the edge of dawn
where do you choose
wherever you want me
I'll wait.
 
Tell me …
and I'll leave the words
crumble on a soft gasp,
In a slight sob
like wave kissing the sand,
and I will stay there
until the turn of the tide
bring your fingers
to my skin.
 

© Graça Costa
 
 

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