What remains of those shadows
that in a spark of memory ,accompanying us,
up the rainy avenue of life ?
One late day,we were walking up the avenue
-It was raining , your big umbrella offering us
a shelter Like a ship in time and seasons-
And you took my arm ...Slow and sweet caress...
Time sounding the death knell a cold november\'s day ...
Then I left ... And you continued to walk alone or
perhaps accompanied, under your big umbrella ,
taking another arm ? I dont know ...
When I came back I knew forever the avenue of life
empty of your rainy dreams and the colors of the big umbrella
mixed with those of the rainbow ...
I walk alone , along this wet avenue in search
of the echo of a voice in lost footsteps ...
What remains of those fleeting lives
who, for a glimmer of remembrance
accompany us, down the rainy avenue of shadows ?