Madness

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Madness​

You intertwined a cloak
with the sun rays
and made yourself a suit.

The laughter of the rain
was present in your face,
and some people said
no longer will torment you
the beats in the distance
of the heart of Earth.

The morning has changed to caresses
the harshness of memory...
and with its majestic wings
has overcome again
the sea of your absences.

And all downs have been confused
in the crystals unveiled
by your unsleepy words.

A song conceived
in a chord of taciturn gardens
viibrates at this very moment
in the inasible horizon,
while the evocation of your departure
is suspended in the afternoon ...

A tired afternoon
that something knows about sunsets
but that rises without modesty
like a sneaky desire.

The ears of the night
have guessed this song
and are accompanied
with the sentinels of silence:
they want to take you away
from the hands which think of you.

They will lock you up
in the solitude of oblivion,
because you raped the Word
and in a dreamlike thalamus
you engendered her your insanity.

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I loved this poem, it been a long time since we have seen you around here. I hope that you are alright.

Hugs and kisses