CLOSE WE ARE
Close is the short instinctive blink
between the blue stream of daylight
and the red shimmer of the waiting sunset
make your eyes see or be blind,
with lingering shadows on your eyelids .
I want to know the reason, that bears the truth
about life’s inscrutable happiness
and the reason that carries unhappy roots
of boundless doubts.
The misguided pathless wandering in lies
that lead the stumbling steps of awareness.
I feel the embrace of your close and smiling lips
the puzzling impertinence in your speech,
distinguished are both, far from closeness.
Alone they escape from your heavy sigh
when luminous lightings heavily strike.
In the arms of each other, our bodies retire to dreams
in a short but mysterious understanding
and close is our mind of engraving senses
obeying each other in things of great and small.
and I have to make my choice, to rule my desires and will.
Close is the deep necessity, our thirst and hunger
of a dazzling love and fortune
in the vapour of an intensifying solace
we are tightly holding our hands, our breath
in the wonder of excitement, finding
so Close we are, between the beginning
and the end…
Febr. 2017 k.c.