Night fell heavy on the city,
exactly fitting my mood…
exactly as I sat feeling empty,
empty and simply waiting to die
because my rhyme was spent,
nothing more to say or do,
but close my eyes.
And as I watched the night
settle behind the buildings,
I heard a distant sound,
a discordant tune
amidst its false tranquility,
sang by an errant breeze
and it spoke to me
to me… of things
I didn’t understand, or didn’t want to hear.
Nothing left to say or do,
but close my eyes.

But night forced itself into my slumber;
it took me down a road unknown,
and into a valley where dreams roam
free and randomly chose to
make you see…
see things the eye denies,
the mind, alert, cannot conceive.

There was a child, along that road,
abandoned at some point in life,
out there, amidst dawn’s lavender clouds,
she smiled and stretched her arms.
A young one I somehow recognized
and then she looked right at me…
at me, and there was verse
and rhyme in her clear gaze,
and like a whisper of the night
I heard it swiftly whisk by
me… and then I understood:
A poem, a poem I am…
I am with no beginning,
I am with no end.
And morning came, it came to me
yes, one more time.

. Carmen Ruggero 2005