"BEYOND"

"BEYOND"

What have you done to me?

what is it the genesis of your soul?

when was the first minute,

that my heart got cleave in you?

which is the savor of your lips?

that, without knowing,

my mouth crave for it.

As those dreams which we did not remember 

but got happiness feelings;

as the sunlight after a darkness 

certain comes afterwards

so, I am craving by the unknown sound of your feet

by the texture of your hands.

My beloved friend, knows I love her

and she love me too...

her melodic voice sing for me

as her soul want it, sleep mine,

I am afraid to be hallucinated 

from the spade of her eyes,

for the rhythm  of her voice.

as those passionate crewman on the ship 

with Ulises on the Iliad of Homer;

their ears did not avoid the deliriously 

singer of the sirens

I do not avoid the ephemeral touch of her love.

Beyond the equinox her soul moans,

my hands struggle to catch her heart

and my arms can not reach her;

sleepwalker in the silence of my thought 

I am , so;

fallen down in the middle of a poem

pronouncing in sotto voce her name,

I am crazy one, with empty hands

shouting a syllable  .

As a essay  bird  its first singing

as a thirsty man on the middle of desert;

I am sick of love , I am dying in the verse 

I am stumble for her love,

I am poisoned through the bone

I can not make it through the winter time,

You are as a tattoo in my mind.

Autor: Hilario de Jesus Esteban Lopez©

From V.C. collection 

 2017