How many nights will I look next to me
Only to see a pillow and not you, my dear?
How many times I will whisper your name
Only to prove that you will never hear?
How many paper rings I will make
Only to fold and hide them somewhere?
How many poems I shall recite
Only to tell them nothing is about me?
How many times I will tell a lie
And assume something I don't see?
How many times I will hear a song
And let imagination feed my fantasy?
How many times I will cry
With this cut that I need to mend?
How can I stand and how long?
Will you come? Tell me, baby, tell me when...
Or I am just dreaming again?
To those who are dreaming and still asking questions...
In another time,
will you still love me?
In another place,
will you still meet me?
In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?
I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...
but then I'll better wait,
Patience is all I have left...
when I'm looking at you
and you're looking back at me
I wonder how
the gods were
able to shrink a thousand
into those eyes and
I wonder how
an entire galaxy
can spread throughout
the palms of your hands
how I wish you were just the
sands in the ocean
within my reach, easy
or the trees in the mountains
where I could wrap my
but there you are
yes, beautiful and
but from where I stand
too far away
A Voice And Colors
did you know
there are colors
in her voice?
not just your normal hues,
but sequined shades
that hypnotize within your heart
as she speaks,
and you are pulled under a magical spell.
there are subtle shades
of reds, greens, yellows,
that as of yet
have no names
but shine like imagination.
drawing you closer to listen
as she sings you
a siren’s enchanting poem.
and my heart starts beating.
Aztec Warrior 10.18.15
some explanation... some, write about love with wonderful "imagination", an imaginary love, even if not directed to anyone in particular... this poem is a dedication to that wonderful imagination and imaginary love and to her voice that sings about it... hope you enjoy.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.