love can be as mysterious as dark

fate keeps everything a secret until

may the first flash of light appear out of nowhere

this time the clock does not show the time

not even the seconds are written

I can start a blank sheet

or continue with half-painted phrases

I can fold the canvas

to make a deep crease

or can I hold it delicately

as if it were the most precious treasure

between the color of the gray sky

and a rainbow

or I can drop it next to my feet

pass over

forgetting what didn't happen

going to the point of no return

where music meets silence

and the light with the darkness.