You ask me to write
To create
To lure you with a tale
To enchant you with poetry and imagination
To seduce you with magic and wonder
And I look at you
And I see my reflection in your eyes
And I feel like Gustavo Adolfo
When asked about the true nature of poetry
And I am blank
Hypnotized?
Blind as a bat that has just been hit by sunlight
Your eyes shine
Your lips ask
Your hands fly
Your skin –a radiation- melts the freezing cold of my bones
Inside you
I look at you again
And for your amusement
I am
defeated
how is it possible I wonder
to create something
r i g h t b e f o r e y o u ?
not as a mere poet’s whim
it’s just …
that I can’t
I look into your eyes again
And I can see the fire in your heart
I can feel with every single cell of my skin
Your connection
to the Greatest Name
Your passion
to serve
Your love
to the Ancient Beauty
Life!
Within you
In you
Inside you
And suddenly
The flame in your heart
as magma bursting out of a volcano...
sparkles in your eyes !
service
art
systematization
consultation
now …
you are boiling
I give the world a glace
And the world
Cold
Ignorat
Unaware
Distant
Lost…
can
not
see
you
but this ancient poet’s heart can
I
See
Feel
Sense
And some times
Breathe you
The volcano of your eyes cools of now
You?
You are still there
As a fellow warrior
for we know
this battle will pass
and come no more
brave
sturdy
ready
I look at you
And I smile
I can not write
Not with you standing there
much better you come
to march
besides me
into battle
you smile
a poem?
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer smiles at me from the hallway
I can’t
Poetry is you
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