I Am The Living Dream Of My Death Poem by Mario Ferrari

I'm the living dream of my death,
wandering among the flowers, and I saw the wind
To wish the immense, it's time.
Now, among the torsos of light
I still wandering in my breath.
I'm losing myself, won, in looks.
Here in the cemetery sky, the hours
Escaping the scent of hours
They sell you music, my lost.
Or where the solar eternity sings
Shining saint, the freedom tint.
Or was it all your shadow, eternity.
That stretched into the light, washing Peace
Here where I think plain falsehood.
I am the living dream of my death.
But when they removed the gestures; here is the vastness of error.
I was here alone. I was just fate. I was true.
The cathedral was full of the true living of fixity.