Solitude

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

http://www.creativetalentsunleashed.com

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