User:Cristianlarrocha

cold phantoms still wander...


Cold phantoms still wander in the air at night,

Crossing their shadows so vividly, so white.

Crossing each other, looking 'cross to me

From above the rooftops, 'bove the clouds and the sea.

Their still, shadow faces looking down upon me.

All the faces but your face, and the face I ought to be.

And still do I wonder if the night is complete

Without a shadow of light, one of you, one of me...

May 31, 2005

Cristian Larrocha