Eternal Nights

Charmless rain
 wrapped up in swinging lights
 lost in the emptyness,
 so far away...
 And the night, frozen,
 draws close to me dimming the
 last lights of the morning in
 a vital breath
 caressing coolly my face
 for a second
 before open again the eyes on an
 eternal night.
 Twilight draws the first shadow of
 the night, in a world out of time,
 in a day hanging in the
 lost and oppressed purity.
 Memories stare at me
 cold like a travelling constellation
 lost in the infinite, while I look them
 indifferent recognizing not me.
 How many nights did I pass through
 hung in the emptyness,
 balanced on a carpet of stars,
 breathing uncertain my
 odourless and sharp fate?
 How many nights have I pass through
 looking sadly forgiven memories
 cold and proud
 staring at me like a
 deploring dumb constellation
 revolving me around?
 Rain will fall on me,
 like wet ash, to return
 the whole to nothing.