Drive on

di Slawka G. Scarso

I close my eyes and see
your beautiful profile
winter sun shining on the plain
mild, on my ecstatic heart.

I hear your singing voice
so new yet so familiar,
a melody from a distant past,
another life I always knew I’ve had.

Drive on,
till dusk envelops the bare trees,
humbly guarding endless crops,
till dusk gives way to dusty blocks,
till night becomes a brand new year.
Who cares if in this empty place,
there’s no one else left to cheer,
except for us. Or so it does appear.
The past seems lost behind,
a suitcase fallen from the running car
with flying scraps of days
I wouldn’t care to find.
And yet each one of them has led us here,
to this place where we’re finally embracing
a happiness so clear
that all is left to say is no more chasing.
Drive on, my dear,
drive on.

gennaio 2011