Cold mornings rise in the horizon
calling us for dark times ahead
where we'll be lost in deep moments
saying goodbye to the summer spells
those nights we loved & laughed & cried
together hearing the sea whispers
laid down in the soft sand
under our feet,
we had it all rolling over & over
Hearts that can't be tamed
tears that can't be dried
smiles that can't be avoided
the summer feeds the soul
We cry & we surrounded ourselves
to the winter veil
Trees shaking their leaves
telling us it's time, time my friend
to dance with ghosts & shadows
We are all falling into the winter's dream,
the long silence of restless souls
Paula Cristina Franco
poet