Unforgotten

This year we could have ten,
But we would not.

I have been waiting for the moon
And the smell does not bring it.
I always forget the paper
And the pen is always
Shooting the sand.

There was the silence as a choice
And finally,
It was a fog in your eyes.
It makes noise,
It makes you feel.

There is one possibility that the silence
Does not gives you,
And it is that you cannot erase me.
I am here, there and everywhere.

Every time,
Every moment is mixing
Images of sorrow,
Sounds of dreams,
Torn in a soul.

It is easy to hide corpses
But the phantoms will stay
Aside your dreams,
Inside your heart.