The Dark is a different light

The lake

I always came
to mend me to your banks
and reflected myself in your tender waters
what they showed me the images
of my thoughts, of my gasps.
This way I have seen my life
to flow in your unchangeable waves,
in your unfathomable depths,
to draw him in your eyes
without never being afraid that it ended.
I kept on coming
because there was always something
what you showed me of me
until I have not known anymore
if I were alive or dead, if I were me or you.
I don't know when,
I don't know in what reflected of your waves
I have understood that to live meant
the mind of the world that he/she sees
all the images of his/her own way of living;
and then I have thrown
in one of your calm waves toward where
your thought will bring me.


The window

I have always seen her open
every time that I passed you under,
asking me thing was hidden behind,
you or another world.
The years didn't change anything,
I was the same even if more old man
but the window continued to entangle me,
to arouse me new emotions.
Its charm was always in trap
until one day, the breeze that arrived
it attracted me and it approached me to the window.
I looked and I saw the world, I saw me
to pass in the years under the window,
I still saw... however the closed anxious
because it was too soon and I wanted
to change a lot of things
therefore I didn't pass under your window anymore.