Poem By Belquis Barés
My hope is torn apart by your absence.
Trying to keep you in my memories,
The hours of waiting bleed.
The nights prolong your silence.
The sea is only an entity of salty water,
Pawned to lacerate my wounds.
There is no sun, no moonlight, no lightning
Only shadows that harass me senseless.
But the wind of night riding
gives me the sounds of your laughter:
Again, I hear your breathing close to me.
The sleepy oblivion is an eternal agony.