The sound of night rain reminds me of you,
My sadness comes back, again "deja vu",
I don’t see the moon, but feel her dark gaze,
I wonder what’s next, I’m really amazed,
By how I’m keen to stay between dreams,
To look for the sorrow, or sadness, at least,
To live in my own predictable world,
So close, so far from the only word…
My soul’s immature, and voiceless, and rough,
Got lost like a child in chase for the Love.
14/12/09
