Presence

I listened to the silence  and still heared your voice.
The wisper and the yell, the song and the prayer.
Echoing in my soul's soul,
pounding in my brain's brain.
The words, one by one, repeating the frases.
Messenger bring me the news and let me fall asleep.
Messenger bring me the news and let me die happy.
And when I rise and see you from a high
I will understand that there is no silence.
There is just a flow of love carrying your presence,
in heaven or on earth.
In my dreams you still hold my hand.
You are forever.
Love  you, mom.

So .....

So did you see me?
I was sitting on a stone
in the middle of a dessert called love.
Sunburned and thirsty for more.

So did you find me?
I was laying under the leaves of fall
in a puddle of mud called sorrow.
Dirty and eager to rise.

So did you search for me?
I was the one with the black shirt
in the black crowd,
next to the black men.
Unknown and praying to stay so.

So you walked on by.
So you smiled at someone else.
So what ....