In the Mist of Shadows, Troubling sensations

[Marcus Nalgaber]

In the Mist of Shadows, Troubling sensations

 

Nothing more than echo 
is following my steps
while I look at those houses
that have changed there face

the today dresses in dark
the light of any tomorrow
when I feel intact on my lips
despite so many changes
the memory of how cold was your skin
when I gave you the last kiss

I am a stranger lost in the mist of shadows
calling ghosts in silent voice
to give name to fears and doubts

My little soul is still frozen
despite the heat 
of the tears 
escaping from my eyes
liquid islands that hope does not travel