Silence of night sometimes brings peace to me
and courage to adventure to my past, a region
only known by me and anyone else.
I go a little timorous, for it is a dangerous trip
and by the way I am greeted by friends, lovers,
enemies, grandfathers, cousins, even by myself.
Then, undoubted alive, they talk to me and ask
for news of the present, where now I live.
Soon we are laughing like old comrades talking
about everything and everyone.
On leaving, one or another intend to follow me,
but I go home alone.
I suspect that past is jealous of its deeds
and always hides how has weaved them.
I think it must visited as few times
one is capable of.
© Edilson Afonso Ferreira
About the Author
Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, Spirit Fire Review, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Whispers, Indiana Voice Journal, Synesthesia, Algebra of Owls and some others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to publish his first Poetry Book by the coming year of 2017. He began to write at age 67, after retirement as a Bank Manager. Has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2016.
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