For you, that you are the light on the water

I look at you, you look at me.

I stop breathing so I can listen to the voice of your breath, the beat of your wings.

No, I can’t hear. I can’t hear it. Maybe my heart is still deaf, surely my heart still has no ears to listen.

But you are, you are there beyond that wall, inside that photo, to fill the box of my memories, of our memories, which is the anchor of my life.

But why, whenever Lord enters the coils of the murky waters of melancholy, obsession, bitterness, regret, you save me?

Let me sink, allow me to drown in the immense sea of solitude, abandonment, helplessness.

But on my path you have placed lamps, glows of light, indicating the road, uphill, towards you, towards Eugenio, towards the garden.

“But God can always give meaning to our lives.”

Yeah, you’re right. Sinking doesn’t help, it’s not the right direction.

The summit is the arrival, on the top there is the good air, the light.

Give me your hand, get me out once more, and I’ll be yours, once again.

And we’ll be united, forever, you and me.

The light on the water