Do not underestimate,

In your words that,Speak to me,So profoundly,I’m not resistant,To be what I should not be,The Dependency,On your words,Like the air I have to breath,This emersion into your world,Where I stay and cannot leave,You have chained me and disdained me,But I really do not care,All I know is that I’m happy,Knowing that your words are there.

The air was clean,And seemed blue too,The rain had painted skies deep blue,And then I thought so much of You,How far you are, the Ocean too,The Sky, the Ocean, sadly Blue.It makes me think that you can wish,Upon a blue-lit tingling Star,That seems so close, yet is so far,That Love can travel to the moon,Yet,…

Nada perdura,Nada es para siempre,Not even the sea,Not even you and meNot even memoriesThat become faded,And past,No, nothing lasts.Life is a processionTowards nothingWith an obsessionFor happiness,Never found.We are born with nothingAnd with nothing we leaveNada and NothingAre the end of everythingAnd when we leave,No one will even rememberWe had ever been around,Nothing gained, Nada found.

As a friend and critic,So graciously.Today, I am happyFinally,You came to your senses,And joined with me.I sat there in awe,And pure ecstasy,The years I had tried,To make you see,That I was your future,And that you and me,Could not live apart.Then, without a word saidYou gave me your heart,And your luminous light,Filled my life, evermoreAnd I…

And grow with time,Get under your skin,Not only for their rhyme.The more you know them,The more in you they singIn stature, in meaning,Passion and feeling,Always appealingAs they become,Thru loving osmosis,An integral part of you.

All those you comeInto contact with,But hardly even knowWill never reallyKnow,Shadowy presenceVirtual figuresLonely heartsFriend or Foe?Dream or existence?No one will ever know,Who, What or WhenNot even the machine,Thru which,All phantoms come and go.