Silence

I still see you in my dreams,
feel the presence of your being,
the caress of your memory,
even so, you see me no more.

I thought this day not to come,
that souls should part, to touch not again,
but I see that it is true and I,
I have been a naïve fool.

Do you feel it, the essence I send,
it blows billowy between the curtains of your room,
in the pale moonlight,
the smell of salt and fishes abounding.

Yes, my dear, that is me,
I am in you still,
a deep saudade,
from a fado refrain,

for I am the one so true,
the words of the music,
setting at your feet,
with the wish of a touch,
that I may again return home.

But your visions are silent of me,
and I am stranded,
in agony of reprieve,

I sit alone,
asking that another journey in the night,
will take me home,
that I may travel with you once more.

Can you leave me here,
can you desert me,
is it nothing but a tale,

the wailing of the guitars
tells me its so,
and the panic of my tears
are now real.

I am nothing,
I land upon the sand of the shores
as barco negro,
returning empty from the sea,
lost to that which was never mine,

my heart buried, in the depths of thee...




Authors Note:

Missing Portugal...

Saudade:  (in Portuguese folk culture) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent: the theme of saudade in literature and music.

Fado: a Portuguese folk song typically of doleful or fatalistic character and usually accompanied on the guitar.


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