by Flo’
A full moon rising on a misty night,Through the stained-glass windows,
A ray of light illuminates the high altar where
Lucifer stands, waiting for me in his black tunic
And with his lantern, ready to guide me
Through the darkness of the mind,
To the lab of thoughts where I spend
Most of my time, trying to find remedies
To the pains and injuries that keep me
Awake at night, and where are locked up
All those big books and small flasks of
Forgotten feelings, which I work with,
Creating spells and potions like an alchemist,
At the pace of steam engines which
Working, banging day and night in this
Noisy silence give the tempo to my life
And while the beat goes on at night
I create walkways to the stars using
The ink contained in the flasks, drawing
On the pages some letters that become
Words, opening doors to parallel worlds,
Transporting me for each combination
To another universe, not less real though,
Far away from the lab where the noise,
Which you can’t hear, is so loud
Because of those machines, because of
The monsters that still live in there until
I find the way to make them fall
In the great maze of oblivion,
And because of my injured soul that
Keep on saying you’ll never find it
The remedy to this self-destructive voice
Crying like the creaking of a gearwheel,
Which prevents me from doing what I want,
Even sometimes from talking to you
But I’m sure that one day the sun will rise,
And the pain filtered through the pen
Will become pleasant and beautiful,
And the sound of the machinery
Will merely be a distant memory,
And the lab, finally quiet
Will be a place of peace where I
Will continue to experiment
To find more and more remedies
To cure the scars on your soul,
Becoming the alchemist that will
Make the sun rise at midnight and
Make you cross the darkness
To see the light and beauties
That pain endeavors to hide.