PAST

Flashes of memory

Return to me when

False illusions feed my bad dreams,

But the next morning

I refuse to remember.

I send them away

Retaliating their disturbance

With the light of my new open eyes.

If I dream wonders

My drama begins as well.

I can't keep their memory

Beyond the routine of nightly rest.

They vanish under

My conscience's resilience

When I really think of you.

I need your eyes

Facing mine,

I need your hand

Blessing my hair

Before I fall asleep

Letting go my memory

Of you.

In my life's puzzle

The main piece is missing;

The portrait

Can't be finished

Without the real you.

I beg the model look at me,

Smile, and be my Mona Lisa.

I need your returns

How Michelangelo cried

For his dream

Of marble,

Giving life

To David

And his brilliant nakedness.

Just don't make me be another relic

Of your soul museum.

Instead, help me lift

The complicated blocks

Of added memories

For the sake of

Tomorrow.