LAST CYCLE © 2008
Destiny lies buried, compressed in earth,
In a shadowy embrace, its silence emitted.
It sends a messenger who floats through the skies,
In the yearning for an end that the mystery implies.
It is death that hovers, in a sealed pact,
Silent in space, its word is cut.
It stabs the verse in the best of odes,
Like one who wounds time and its codes.
The awaited moment, the shadow bleeding,
The thief’s dagger reaping the universe.
In the new mansion, the final silence,
Where life bows to its mournful ritual.
The closed coffin, the cold body,
In an eternal cycle, forever silent.
But the soul, freed, murmurs in the river,
And flows serenely, in the warmth of a detour.