Like a journey without end

Traveling swallow that you come and go,
I wait for you every year without knowing if you will come.
remembering your presence,
longing for the autumn you leave behind;
escaping from the attacking eagle,
will you return.
That's how your life is
like an endless journey.
My life is silence
that is filled with each return,
Tireless Penelope who only knows how to love,
I will always be looking at the horizon
where heaven and earth kiss imaginarily,
although everyone knows that it is an unreal image:
pure surrealism invented by poets,
that only unbelievers refuse to accept...
Traveling swallow that you come and go,
I wait for you every year like Penelope of the times.
We are in peace…

Frank Calle (Feb/28/2022)