Always, beyond time (Marcella Boccia)
Always,Even when the seasons fold into the cold of silence,When the stars refuse to burn,And the earth sighs beneath the weight of centuries—You are there,A shadow I cannot touch,A flame I cannot extinguish.Beyond time,Where the rivers of past and future meet,Where the echoes of forgotten lives weave through the air,Your presence is a ghost I cannot outrun,A pulse in the deep of my veins,A song that plays in the spaces between breaths.In the quiet,When the world forgets to speak,I hear you in the rustle of the leaves,In the tremor of the wind,In the spaces where words have diedBut still, your name lingers like a prayer.You are always—A constant ache that never leaves,A desire that bends the arc of time,A flame burning quietly in the distance,Yet close enough to burn me whole.And still,I reach for you,Not with my hands,But with the longing that has no shape,The yearning that knows no end,As I move through the shadows of the world,Always chasing your echo,Always lost in the place where we never met,But where we are always,Beyond time.
