Sadness Is a Trap for the Soul

Sadness is a trap for the soul.. imprisoning memory

So it stays with what has passed without leaving a moment for farewell or saying goodbye..

Hopes end and the soul breaks at the edge of the dream, no echo of what has passed but sorrow

And no hope for what is to come.

The experience begins to harden against itself and reproach begins..

But everything has already ended.

The dream did not cross the moment to the threshold of happiness..

Nor did the beloved return as a lover

Faces have changed, words have lost their sweetness, silence has prevailed

And silence is the killer of love, trespassing upon the dream

Every traitor in some direction.. and nothing remains but the sound of a song from afar..

We met yesterday.. yesterday we ended

So we were not, nor was any of it

O keeper of the promise, leave the promise forgotten..

No — the promise has lost its soul