You passed me the same way
As the comet passed the earth,
Without touching it,
But leaving behind
A rain of stars,
All of them being
Shooting stars....
I would like to meet you,
I would like
To be able to touch you,
But everything inside could become
Extremely painfully to us.
I prefer my solitude,
Elliptical as a rock,
Which is forgotten on the beach of an ordinary sea,
Which is increasingly deformed by the waves.
I prefer that solitude,
Which is increasingly misapprehended
By the people around the world.
Day by day, I become a stranger to myself....
I enter the timeless realm of change,
Leaving behind only memories
And a final wave, a little more tuneful....
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shooting-stars-like-a-rain/
