A Thousand Dreams, One Truth
June 20th
One night I stood up to the wind
And longed to yield into its breath.
But my phone rang, my heart succumbed
Cause answer I did not.
For why would anyone give out
Their only hope in search of vain
Terrestrial uncertainties of lies?
There’s but one truth above it all
And thats is all I got: your love.
My hand remained outstreched
Into the falling night
And like Ophelia I floated
Through the streams of time,
While memories of past and future
Poured waterfalls into my veins.
The late camelias unleashed
Their rotting smell into the heavy, humid air.
Far from the place I once belonged to
Too close to that I neves shall,
Trapped halfway through between too lands
Of equal future sterile longings,
I can’t reach out until I see
One third illusion in the stars,
A constellation of the dreaded truth,
That lands may shake and I might stand.
June 21st
The glaze of sunbeams cooked roofs
Is glowing in the few sweat drops
That fell from my thirsty lips
One humid hot afternoon.
My youth got drenched in dreams
comsumed by one suffocating will,
Too much and too often repressed:
To stop myself from being me.
