Silence of night sometimes brings peace to me
and courage to adventure to my past, a region
only known by me and anyone else.
I go a little timorous, for it is a dangerous trip
and by the way I am greeted by friends, lovers,
enemies, grandfathers, cousins, even by myself.
Then, undoubted alive, they talk to me and ask
for news of the present, where now I live.
Soon we are laughing like old comrades talking
about everything and everyone.
On leaving, one or another intend to follow me,
but I go home alone.
I suspect that past is jealous of its deeds
and always hides how has weaved them.
I think it must visited as few times
one is capable of.
Published at Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, April 02, 2017