Carved In My Heart

I don’t need any image, a photo, whatever…
For you’re already carved in my heart.

Every morning I open my eyes,
I greet the Heavens…
And when I look inside myself,
You’re there.

Your sweet face…
That’s the only thing I long to see
Every moment I wake up,

Your beloved voice,
That’s the delight of my soul
Deeply nail all of my thoughts
And I listen you,
And I don’t even need
To be hearing any song.

Photos, posters, signatures?
What for?!?
They won’t tell me anything
Won’t reveal not a single drop
Of what I yearn to know…

But maybe a couple letters
Could make easier this wait…
Because I’d feel you talking to me…

And I’d be close enough while I’m distant,
Because you’re already here…

Carved in my heart.

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Itaboraí, October 2, 2011.