Geografia Poesia Fé: Março 2015

the end, the light and the shadown

surrounded by light and shadown
the word in the world seems to fall down
my ways are trembling inside
i will not be able to hide

fear, fever and fall
the line is too small
the wind is too strong
show me rigth and wrong

just dont blow away
every single day
live one life lived
share one path shared

i have simple bred and fish
but is just it that i wish?
all the world is my sight
all the realms under my feet
the end of the journey
is not mine to take
the choices that i make
have their consequences to wait

like a breathless man desires the air
as the hungry, the food
like the thirsty, the rain
i desire the end
that open at the close.

Judson Malta.