Aristea
Dafou
I’ve grown used to hearing his voice, his footsteps when he’s coming home, to feeling his breath upon my skin, to sharing every hour, never alone. When he’s away, I turn inside myself, and when the keys ring softly at the door, the only thought that fills my mind is running to his arms once more. ...................
Through life I walked with caution and restraint, within the bounds that reason drew so neat, but now the sun that rose so bright grows faint — its light begins to fade, its glow deplete. Since time and chance are narrowing each door, I’ll let emotion reign, unruled, once more. .......................
Now I Dare to Love You
If I must answer for my past, the pain and all the scars it gave me, I won’t deny it now at last — you came in dreams and tried to save me. Perhaps I owe a word or two, to you — and to my soul inside me, to end this endless hide and seek, my heart no longer can deny me. ...................
An awkward silence hiding inside a fragile moment now, the words we’ve said keep crashing like loaded cars that lose their ground. Our love is blacklisted already, danger’s waiting just ahead, like a race car on the corner bound to skid and lose control instead. ............
Who are the ones who judge your steps, your every move and motion, and speak of you as if they hold your truth and your devotion? They never felt life’s trembling thrill, nor deep, intense emotions— in life’s great game they’re bound to lose, adrift without a notion. .........................
