The day when the great empire of Rome,
Laying among the scattered rubbles
Of the ruins
Of his land
In his eyes
Is just like the day you left,
Disappeared in the distant wind.
That day your black cape danced, and swirled,
Like a black bird, casting a dark omen,
That I could not read.
That day you smiled
Holding the gift in your warm, familiar hands,
And bid farewell.
And your voice,
Dissolving, dying, disappearing
From the horizon
I could never reach.
My hope rekindled,
With your last word,
And I always believe
In your return.