countless rays wandering around in the shadows
escaping briefly into the grace of a sun
with so much hope.
Wishes splattered upon volcanic rocks
and trapped inside tiny holes and fissures,
for the waiting…
Waiting not in vain
but someone to break the hardened rock
someone looking for the missing man,
someone loving to an ardent woman…
Upon my door,
dreams knocking out the shadows
that tend to hide protruding lines,
in broad daylight
as you scale my step.
Such charming shades
Emanating profusely from your bodyline
utterly shuttering our grim faces
and rigid smiles
we caught in festivals and fiestas,
and that laughter, so much laughter
as if its drawn on masks?
Are you a friend?
I asked for no futility to our ethos,
for little effort, not a price…
Yet you start asking
all these questions.
Your voice comes in worthless lyrics
I cannot even use in my latest poem.
Where is our passion for purity?
Where is our simple tactful truth?
I see the end we never have imagined,
I see what we planned early again.