A MURMUR

A million years ago,

When the days were tender like pillows

And nights warm like blankets;

When the sun and moon sang duets

And even ants were at content;

I was with you.

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My head on your lap;

My left ear bridging the space between your thighs;

Your face above mine;

Your hair like clouds shadowing me.

I was floating in a sweet dream.

You murmured a song,

Rather a hymn,

Or just a tune

Right through my right ear;

The most enchanted one ever.

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When the dogs made me wake up;

Little ants were crawling through my ears.

The day felt like hot iron;

The night pierced like blue arrows

And you were no more near.

From that day on,

Each moment I remember.

I walk for the suns and the moons

Looking for not you; Oh sweet one!

But for your murmur.

My ears pick stones

From lullaby to Ave Maria;

From shrieks of crows to the songs of whales;

From thrashing of waves to sighs of trees

And from all the sounds of History.

My eyes burn the papers;

The scriptures;

The parchments; the testaments;

The book of life and the book of death

And all the libraries of human race.

All my life,

I am trying to decipher

Your last song;

Last hymn;

Your lost murmur.