“When the Stars Spell Your Name”

In the silent room of the night,

I listened to the sky.

The stars were speaking in silver languages,

Each word was a piece of forgotten light.

The moon poured his sorrow on the sea,

And bring the waves back to the edge.

I missed you -

That your absence is a wave

Which never stops returning.

Your memory wanders like smoke,

Slip my grip,

Still in the empty gum of my chest

Like an incomplete song.

If love was a chandelier,

So I raise it on top of the storm,

Its lover trembling,

But refuses to quench.

And maybe, someday,

When the silence comes from itself,

The stars will again write your name,

And I will know -

You never gone,

You just have become part of the sky.