verses thrown into the rain and the storm

verses thrown into the rain and the storm
tears, smiles and greetings all in one
and all of us , without exception,
all of us nomads as we are through these peripheries of the world , we carry our crosses,
our warm hugs and kisses
we wait and wait , 
as if someone had promised us something 
and then if something arrives it is always too much

it is always too little,  always too late
always too soon
and so we keep waiting
and we do not decide ever
and then we throw away, as messages in a bottle, 
our verses and songs,  our wails and mourns, signs of peace and war 
we throw  them away just like so all in bulk into the wind and rain
into the immense emptiness all around

when at the end  silence
silence and compassion
our only lifeline, our only salvation
adrift as we are through  the storm
in these suburban forgotten  seas
and then, come what may
and  let silence be

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/10/versi-lanciati-alla-pioggia-e-al-vento.html