Let me arrive

Now as I pass on the road
I see the one night fastened
to its day.  I speak
and am silent,
then speak again
as I pass on the road.

With silence,
I make my glances laugh
waiting for the voice
that comes from within
to disperse the misty mirages
and let me pass.

O let me arrive,
smelling the sunset breeze
running over the dusty road
toward childhood,
gathering my memories in a sack
and covering my head
with the aspirations
that never found a road
and slept in the shade.
 

Doubts

Am I to hear
the echo
whenever I call,
forget the thought
and run?
If somebody
would only come,
it was said,
come to look
through the window
there!
Am I to call
constantly
when the light 
is out
and the wind comes
from far away?
The shadow squats
in the corner
and sadness runs
ahead of us
to pluck the fruit.