THE FUTURE, ERASED

In the purest white and the deepest blue,

in the golden sunlight

of the winter day

we speak of the dead

and the village dying,

how there is no future

but the long road of the past

to travel on

among beloved faces,

hoping that the moment

shall pass unnoticed

and we will walk among

the shades not remembering

from where we came

and what was our fate.

28.02.2018