The Scarce Light Birth

Once so long ago some things were born The night when her eyes met the light Was so vast the world that was there before And so much would stay in the dark Oh no, she would grow so bright and so different She'd not gleam in a world so numb to see glitter She was so used to the scarce light birth at late hours And thought of whom beyond the breeze was crying those dreams All the forms that I touched, then the distance called The colors were strong, but so strangely cold Where reason blurred my sight absurd were the aims And the way to be followed was for me alone To nightly forms I had talked, my name have you called So when she dried her tears The remote was changed for nearby Outside among the trees not feeling cold her naked feet She sang to all around but cried for her dress was blue Her lucid dreams thrown to the sea while she fell in profound sleep The silence of pieces and fragments And the wind I evoked would let my voice vanish Time was reduced as those long aisles Untiring strides will take me so far beyond forsaken streets I'll go through the road that leads to you Somewhere even if fainter, I thought Prolong my minutes, embrace a lie that means all So when the rain had come To fill all the empty gaps She was then gone, sharp broken glass Was going to bite her lacking arms She couldn't see the light Nor anyone heaving sighs Saw a million sparks ascending high Become part of someone's sky (He'd be lost and looking for what Was not to be explained or justified He knew it wasn't given to everybody But ignored that if it had reached him it meant all In the meantime he'd walk)