Footprints of our lives

I gave the right of all I had to give

Beloved, when I think of how you said we’d be friends

And now your silence drowns me and I find

No imprints of your new life.

I wonder how I lifted you, from your poor state

How I carried you home,

when you were left on inflicted paths

by your loved ones.

And now you rejoice alone

I am of no tenor , no substance

Let all life then be a celebration

To slacken all these bonds which once bled

 

I cherished on your little victories,

by loving you, with all your ill-sounding notes

Love is a song for great souls

 

And these lives, they dance alone

To run and answer to another’s smile

Folding within the wet wings of your dove.