THERE IS NO MOON

Painting by Patrícia Ariel

As I climb down a flight of the stairs,

holding your words,

carrying the hours,

I profess to myself

what I feel.

Your unheard voice

still shouts me.

( I am not well if you want to know)

I can't think of anything else

and for a few minutes,

I am ouside myself,

running and dancing

about the streets of Rio de Janeiro.

(all I want is the best for our lives, my dear)

But here I stand,

burning to the ground

for I can't bear those days of doubts

and disbelief.

Inside nothing I am

and there is no moon

as I whisper your name,

crouching in the dark.

(all I want is the best for our lives, my dear)

Everything is wrong

 and I have nowhere to go.

Wish I could dance with your words.

But my hands are still over my eyes

when I read you.

when I think of semi-sweet wine.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011