The Last Poem

THE LAST POEM

I was the path,

I was becoming a small truth.

Today I change destinies,

today I gather the longing.

I was the chosen one,

standing straight on the path.

Today I only hear the whispers,

today I leave the vase empty.

I was what I should have been,

I kept going until I forgot myself.

Today I don’t remember the time,

today I let myself be carried by the wind.

I was always what I was,

being more than I could ever be.

Today I find myself in two worlds;

in one, I must descend.

Because I saw eternity die,

I saw the paths close

and I was close, so close

to almost forgetting myself.

Today I let time be,

today I let go, today I abandon,

because I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

And if these are my last verses,

in the dark, I will write them all…

Because there are no secrets near you,

there are no walls that can protect me

from what may happen to me.

If I was in the past,

in the present, I question myself

and tear myself into pieces.

Like dust turning into ashes,

like drops of water

penetrating my life.

I’m here without being here,

I will be here until

the time comes to take me away.

Because I see no reason to be,

on the thin line of earthly existence,

in the instance of a planet in ascension.

I see reasons to hold and release your hand,

and throw myself into the silent Cosmos in perfect expansion.

Understand, my brother, I never had a religion,

and writing my last poem,

I saw that I must ask myself for forgiveness.