I imagine your shadow
Long and narrow
Like this pain
That devours, All
And, I feel so sad
And small,
Like the asterisk
Of a love, transfixed
That does not light up
At all.
And then,
I feel your lingering call!
Although I know, it’s over
And that it was not love at all,
I think I must have dreamt it
One sad and sleepless night,
Listening, to an Owl’s call,
When Stars were bright
The Moon in sight
And Love, played
Hallucinating, mirages
With my Soul.
resurrectionlike amour
For true Justice,Clear sight,ReallyHave it hard!BecauseThe dirty StaticOf PoliticsAnd vested interestsIs always thereFomenting FogMaking waves,For those who care.Pity,Since time immemorialThe same old storyGiving us no win,No love, no glory.
Have carried usSo far!So why have weNot dropped,Our ancient poisonsOn the way?And no matterWhat is done or taughtKeep, carrying onIn such inhumanAnd destructive ways?Not too proud a storyOf abuses, crime,No glory.
Not your wishesOr silly mounts,Following crowdsNot good accounts,Be original,Think, don’t mount,The wrong trainAnd from the Mountain shoutWhat’s in your heart,That makes you proud.
In a flower, in the Spirit,That in humans may be found.
A real reflection of his inner Soul,A sincere picture that says it All,Only in this way will the Poet play,His most unusual and gratifying role.
