The Crow

Ark! Ark! says the crow
Perched upon a leafless tree
Looking for something I cannot see
Maybe his lover or just a company

Ark! Ark! it goes on and on
Black against the plain of snow
Searching the vastness of the frozen desert
Desperate of something only he knows best

The sun came up and shadows dissapear
The river flowed like a joyous cavalier
He finds his place in an icy green
Of a nearby flock of which he’s not in

Then shadows chased the setting sun
A day almost over yet he can’t find one
The one who’s lost yet unforgotten
The one who promised but now unseen

Ark! Ark! to the night he cracks
He find his shelter on the edge of a rock
It offers no comfort but a shelter at least
Of another biting cold night in the company of none

Ark! Ark! wishpers the crow
In a voice so tired, deep and low
If I could only see his eyes in the darkness he belongs
There will be tears but he won’t show.

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Borrowed

Silver lights
That is all I see
In this corner of the room lit by an artificial light

A music is playing
And my heart beats to its slow rythm
Staring blankly at the ceiling
That turned into a movie screen
That made the past so alive, so real

Wish I could go back in time, I wonder
Back when my innocence was not tarnished
Back when childhood dreams are a joy to achieved
Back when I wanted to be old

I wish I could find the answer to every tomorrow
To this journey in a road unknown
But tomorrow never exist they say
Only today and yesterday

Back to the silver lights that never played
To my unblinking eyes that never strayed
With these thoughts that swayed like a pendulum
I hug my pillow tight
Tighter so I will stay in the present
And ease the biting cold of winter

On my bed I lay alone
Thinking
Just thinking
Of my borrowed life, of my borrowed time.