In the mornings
when strangers
bring the newspaper
I look for you in it
Before noons
when the milkman
drops the bottles infront
of the door
I ask him
have he saw you
In the evenings
when the
they bathe me
and when I no longer
remember the day which have passed
I stay hours in the cold water
waiting for you.
In the nights
when the light goes off
and when I close my eyes
I call your real name.
A life has passed-
wars, births, deaths,
even tsunamis and earthquakes-
they say
-and I don't remember a thing
-and I don't believe them a thing
I have one memory
only
one single thing to call it
Real
Real
My True North
My Constant
in the chaos of the variables
a ray of Light
in the age of darkness of the day
in the age of darkness of the day
I have only You,
You,
You,
till tomorrow morning-
when the newspapers delete you
the milk erase you in white
the water washes you out from my memory-
I have You till tomorrow morning.