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Mark Lecuona Apr 2015
There is no distance further than your dreams

There is no boundary, no line,
no horizon

Courage and fear roam freely,
tending to their own flocks;
wandering without humility  
or remorse

Love that has not been planted,
becomes a forest

Love that sleeps walks in the night;
unafraid of shadows or bright lights

You met him before you knew better;
but there is nothing you cannot imagine

He is perfect because your desires are perfect

If you cannot meet your own kind
in the very place you invented,
then you will never know him
when he knocks upon your door

There is no closeness that you can endure,
unless you have dreamed in a yearning state;
when flowers suddenly appear above a fence,
what was a life alone becomes a life together;
but who would know these things,
except someone from far away?

— The End —