Stable in the happy memory of you,
Memories of your bed,
Memories of your rhythm,
Memories of your connection,
Deeper than any other,
Will there be another?
With a dream never to be told,
I see a white elegant dress and your daughter holding flowers,
Under the stars,
Forever dancing,
Spinning on gold with everyone who matters,
My fairytale with no weight,
I can see it,
I can feel it,
But it will never grasp ground,
Without your embrace,
Crazy thoughts of two months born,
This is a first,
Does that mean my only?
In your country now,
But you are still so far.
This is my place,
Regardless of you,
And you are in your place,
Regardless of me,
Deceptively smoother living,
Resistance and lack of touch will be carved on our tomb,
But you don’t know what is right for me,
It is unfair,
For you to blindly choose our destiny,
Without a word from me,
And the silver sword is,
You think you are doing right by me.
You are not.
It is what is right for her,
And easy for you to have ground,
Ground to blame,
And ground to stand on,
Are you happy?
I’ve been searching for a home,
Since you’ve been gone.
It’s all ruins in Cusco,
They’re floating in Puno,
There is no life in Atacama,
That would be for me,
Córdoba would be the middle bear’s bed,
But you tainted it with your dream,
The road is my home presently,
I can’t seem to sit still,
My soles itch for new lands,
I am young and open,
Excited and strong,
Bittersweet completion,
Un camino Nuevo para mi,
Dangerous, seductive, lonesome,
I want it all.
So I will follow this path for now.
Please learn from Neruda,
Please explain your cowardness,
Please be the strength of last year,
I need to hear it from you,
I need to know this is what you want,
Not what you need to survive,
I need you to convince me,
But that would require confidence,
One more sight could prove it all,
But you are too scared.
That will have to do for closure.
Time will pass,
Hopefully with my broken heart.
I am where I feel at home,
And I hope you are too.
There are always choices,
I hope you know that,
And her thick veil is not covering your sight.
My boat will sail north,
Destinations not yet decided.
I hope you find your strength,
While I am actively searching for mine.
I hope you are living honestly,
For I cannot bare another thought.
I hope you are happy with the time we shared.
I am, I was, and now I am gone.
Gone from you,
Gone from this.
I am light and free,
Living in the moment,
And ready for my new life,
Or whatever sounds good at the time…
Coauthor: the beautiful Miss Sheva Marie Falaki
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