Nightmare

A moment lost,
A moment forgotten,
In dunes of sands of time,
Vast and gloomy,
I’m without company,
Drifting alone.

With beating heart,
Sighing among the pigments,
What must I pass on overstretched canvas?

Maybe the moment lost,
Maybe the moment forgotten.

But in each of them,
My dear friend,
My dear brother,
Your speech will be there,
With its limitless suggestion.