I wish to wish you every coming year with a smile on your face.
I wish to wish you every day full of happiness and joy.
I wish to wish that, every time, you get what you deserve in life.
I wish to wish that I could hold your tears with my smile.
I wish to wish you everything that I may bring into your life.
Just in return, I wish for your smile —
the one that makes me happy, all the time.
For a while, being a time,
I try remembering myself —
my will, my words,
my pain, and a world of happiness and sorrow;
and, for a time, being myself.
Like a night full of light,
scattered raindrops all over;
a skeptic moon under a dark cloud,
and a breeze of wind over my skin.
A fallen-apart rain of hope,
running short of you;
though whispering, alone, at night —
through the end, we reach the start.
From the far sky, I see a ray:
a moment of life,
a second of joy,
and the hope of the new;
artistically playing a game of hide-and-seek —
sometimes my dreams,
and the queen of the night: you, the moon.
A long way to go, still, to reach;
but beauty lies everywhere I go,
hidden beneath the clouds, or in your shine;
and I see you, laughing at me, and at my lonely night — with you, or without.
I just wish, sometimes —
wish I could only hope,
wish I could only believe,
wish I could only see thee,
wish I could only love,
wish I could only help,
wish I could only walk,
holding one familiar hand of my life: my childhood.
Wish — when I wished for everything, and I had it;
wish to be back when time was innocent;
wish when the sky was an endless beauty;
wish when the moon was my friend;
wish when I had nothing, but my peace;
wish when I had the courage to dream;
wish when broken houses were only card games;
wish — I could wish, now.
It hides in the hue,
to tell I am not with you;
and it shines anew,
to tell I am not from you.
It seeks the light of another,
to glitter the night for you;
it moves swiftly,
to tell the beloved of love.
It stands till dawn,
to let you sleep in his arms;
it ushers in a new day,
to believe in the existence of you;
it watches all night —
silent, and a sign of you.
You say one thing, and your eyes another —
making me believe it is all lies.
You say something, known to the unknown, I feel;
often it is close to the truth,
but it moves with a sharp turn of reality,
and rises again with the darkness and the night,
and sleeps with a weeping mourn…
Thundering clouds, drowning day and lightning night —
I wonder what is up in the sky.
A feeble sound, chirping birds, trees greener than ever —
I find my mirror in these.
A drifting river, crossing seas, memoirs dissolving along the current —
I put myself in, to forget anything.
Feeding mammals, loving bees, the morning rooster —
I find a shot of words to describe all these.
Over the wire, on top of the roof, on the flooded road —
I find a true likeness of you.
Dense mangrove fields, still life, and a murmuring —
the love of you, and of life.
Today or tomorrow, love or hate —
I find my peace, in you.
Stars hide away, beneath the far dark night;
we look around in a daze, and find a shine all around.
Beyond the bridge lies an angel, smiling, abated;
to reach, to go, far away, where she hides her smile.
Day and night all pass away alike, outshining every pursuit,
to the untravelled path, and the inland depth of the sea.
Someday alone, or accompanied by a cry — but through;
and the morning calls, for treasure, at this time.
It is just a glimpse of life —
the one I love when I close my eyes,
and the one I fear when I open them.