The last

Portuguese Version

My voice fades like the last flower from a dead garden
Trying to gather some life when everything around is already dead

Your body evaporates like the last drop of water in a desert
Slipping away from my grasp, my hesitating grasp

My eyes blur like the last pages from a boring novel
Hoping someone can reach me in this dark shelf I dwell in

Your face vanishes like the last footsteps on the sand
Melting below the harshness of my cold trembling feet

My heart shrinks like it was the last living part of me
Lingering on when all the hopes seemed to had been wiped away

Our love dies like the last ray of light in the sunset
Disappearing behind the horizon of mistakes I've committed

©2007 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues