To you

TO YOU For M.

To you to you
This shape of words
Where body leaves the naked soul
As if as if
My tongue has drawn
To you these silent chords

So long so long
Are endless thoughts
Where no precision passes by
As if as if
I learned to cry
Along a blurry road

Not yet not yet
A shadow burns
Of what has been already true
As if as if
There was no ‘you’
‘Not yet’ the silence warns.

To me to me
This everything
That grows into a greener tree
As if as if
There was no ‘be’
To me just was and will

So if so if
You hear me still
Like water trough the veins of leaves
To you to you
My silent screams
And tears no one has killed