Marco Di Caprio

«Living is easy with eyes closed / Misunderstanding all you see»

(The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever, 1966)

Too many days I’ve stared into the void.
A darkened road that stretches without end.
Once, deep within, there shone a hidden pearl,
Now dull, beyond the reach of any art.

I sit and watch that road from where I am,
And hum uncertain strains that fail to hold.
Love has come to its end. I broke its form
And stripped it bare until no force remained.

Yet far within that darkness something stirs.
A pale warmth spreads and slowly takes a shape.
It is your face, your presence drawing near,
A garden image fading, yet not gone.

I speak, but words slip through and fall apart.
My thoughts return, then vanish as they form.

Once it was easy. I could hear and feel.
I heard Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles,
And felt within me something open wide.

I try to find that balance once again.
Each effort fails. I cannot shape a tale.

Words flicker now, unstable, out of place,
Fragments that drift without a form or aim.

“Go out. Speak. Live. Or nothing will endure.”

For just a moment, you return to sight,
So clear, so near, almost within my reach.
Something within me opens, briefly, then

It fades away.

The room closes again. I call your name,
But words already fade before they form.

Night gathers in. My voice dissolves to air.