The Blue

Where are you?
Among the clouds of a gloomy morning?
I searched for you, between roses and thorns
In the ruins of a soundless city
Switched off by the moon up there
I’m searching you, thousands of poets and their poetries.
Eternal verses, never lapsed by the ages, but you weren’t there
I’ve searched you in the blade and in the bottle,
In the pain and in the pleasure
When the voice couldn’t exit.
You don’t exist, you are my unconscious dream
I’ve searched you, you’re not from this planet
Wait me, where alive souls can’t enter
Where we can hide togheter
Hidden from the lights of the dusk
Found drom the lights of the morning
Surrounded by sirens and the blue