the time in between

the untold verse 
the unrevealed song 
the feelings waiting to be interpreted
a sunny day
and another one of  wails
and inside your heart a deep regret
not having tasted that time in between
that does exists and that persists
between the first breath offered to these forgotten borders of the world ,
and the ephemeral waiting for a single day of grandeur

the time in between,
not the start nor the supposed arrival , the aim 
no!
the trail
 that is real life !
the only one we know
the only one
yet the one that we less celebrate

real life
or maybe invented , imagined life
  dwells between the sunset
and the arrival of this round and sincere early spring
yellow moon 
 the precise moment
 in which the day is not longer there
and the evening  has not  settled yet

real life dwells exactly right there
everything else is nothing else then ephemeral contour under these  forgotten suburban skies
 and so
let’s give thanks now
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/05/quel-tempo-di-mezzo.html