Visions (Poema)

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Visions

I go to bed, but I don't sleep:
I stare at the ceiling instead.

I turn on the radio, her voice's not there:
I listen to some Beethoven instead.

I close my eyes, but I don't dream:
I get these visions instead.

These visions, these powerful visions....
I see her eyes, her hair, her lips. Not all together,
Not all in it's place.... It's like a colorful Zephyr.

Then the visions get loud, and I can hear her, smiling, talking, laughing... all at once.

I see her every night on my mind's calydoscope;
somehow that makes me a bit happy.

But, oh cruel destiny,
the only thing I can do
is to curse the distance
and curse the clock,

because we got too much distance separating us,
and I got so little time to be with her,
so little time to look into her grey eyes,
to hear her voice,
to look at her face and hug her...

Damn.
The only thing I can do
is to hug my pillow instead.

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