YOU GAVE ME SOMETHING PRECIOUS

You gave me something precious. Knowledge of myself.
Through the window pane
I can see the sky showing its palm.
As if trying to read the destiny to the insane
Who think that love can be read in the light of the sun.
You gave me pain and hurt
Reaching far beyond my heart.
Into the macrocosm.
Grinding my soul and my microexistance into dust
Slipping through my fingers
Like grains of sand,
Telling me I have never possessed nor you nor time..
And I couldn't help myself
But rush and run to you
Who was a ghost all along.