Return

The face long gone 

Waves that used to play 

The song of october sunshine

Rhythms of passions

Of a thunder, of the emotions

Of a long journey.

Of the tunes of great return.

,

But there a flute,

Stays each day, plays the tunes

Of those days, long gone

Tunes of so pure, so bright 

Like the dives of no return

A part of it, A lover of it

Like a  flesh of it.

A euphoria, so unique

Resonating only 

For the moments that

Promised to return.

Peace

Baffling yet deceiving
Lonesome outbursts of a desperate mind
Identity or just an expression
Of a confusion, of a hunger
Yet passionate
Longing for a validity
But in enmity, with satisfaction
 Feelings and retarded obsession
Of an affection, so true
Yet a romance
Of a fragrance, with tunes
Of a starless sky.

And a cry of the moment
Of the resonant peace,
Like a bliss in the slightest echo
Of the multitude, who speak
Of the promised,
Peace and, only peace,
My friend, for this broken
Only for today.