longing
How long I chase my dreams, only to find them void;
how long I travel alone, on the path I aspire to;
how far I go, alone, with one lost reach —
and by the evening, I wake to my own night,
through and through my own pain…
And by the morning, I want to wake holding one arm,
and smile with you, for the rest of my life.
I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”…
Holding her arms, and a loving heart,
a widespread time of love and era;
springs of joy, and caresses,
holding every second I breathe,
with you, and with mine.
I climb a new wall and shine,
underneath my old time;
I forget not the clinging of the past,
but I remember the beauty of yours.
I hold her lips, and press mine,
with the greatness of a lost dime;
some may come between us,
but I forget not a single smile.
I hold you deep inside me,
living you in every life I mean;
you come and go, but forever —
in my heart, and my life…
How far shall I hurt my love,
to push away this pain of the soul,
to cross the limit of the wait,
to smile again with you?
How deep shall I love you,
to hold you in my heart,
to live in your dreams again,
to anchor myself in you?
How far shall I hold my tears,
to cry in the joy of yours,
to spend myself on you again,
to tear my sadness apart with you?
How far shall I travel alone,
weaving old and new memories?
Sparkling and stunning, a deadly smile —
she looks behind my time;
slyly, and slowly, even time whispers:
her aura, and her smile, all around mine.
Afar, at the heights of love,
I am scared of its hurt;
wide open, I welcomed the thorns —
how seldom do I hear it wrong?
Shall I be lost in the triumph of the one I gain,
or shall I behold the fight of the one I lost?
They are ways to reach the old, and the new —
but why does the shortest so often lead to you?
Behold my dreams, and wing them afar,
to a place farther than the far of your smile,
to a heart as close as yours and mine —
I shall be told to love thee, and always.
I pass by morning again,
to see myself walking down the same roads;
some are with me, others lost in the past;
you come and go — but I wait, in one corner of my life…
There you come, as my beloved,
hold my hand, and wish for nothing else;
love yourself, and I love the world, and my desire — you;
and holding myself in one corner of life, I wonder nothing else.
And then comes the battle, and the loss;
I run from you, and from your love;
I watch you go, and come, and ruin my life;
in one corner of my life, I regret, day after day…
And with the morning now past,
I hold one more desire, longing for one more;
lost and lost, to wherever everyone has been —
from one corner, I watch life go on, like this.
Days come and go,
but what shall I give you today?
I thought of flowers, for beauty,
but I see nothing more beautiful than you.
I thought of chocolate, for sweetness,
but how could anything be sweeter than your voice?
I thought of a gift, for surprise,
but it seems to fade before your eyes.
I thought of a heart, to show love,
but it appears less than your care.
I thought of a smile, and happiness,
but nothing is like your smile…
And then I thought of words —
and I just wrote a poem, on you.