Echoes

Echoes,

some sounds lurking down the room,
fear,
the prelude of names that died for you.

The desire of letting the door unlocked

Burns the path that leads somewhere beyond,

The fear from what darkness may had not tell

Hold down the ever burning soul of the flame,

So far the time

May ask the number to call the past,

But who’s the owner,

To see through more than one glass?

So far the Moon

Lay listening to more than one language,

It’s known

That silence can sing along on the wind,

Then breath...

To howl the notice of an empty voice

That dies from its unspoken promise,

Those vocals that echoes inside,

Those scars that paint the walls,

The floor of the entire house,

All the memories written with my hands...