The Fourth of the Three

The dream is gone, it seems,

to not soon come again

in similar shape or form,

yet you remain in me,

today,

may you or not return.

And if i were to leave

this week or come the next,

this i wish you to know -

when you i did first see,

betwixt

the day's and evening's shore -

I was in love that day,

again,

to love forevermore.

To you - to me -

To you,

the one i hardly know,

you seem too far away.

To you,

who in my dreams i've adored

yet grant not time or place to say -

for you,

my heart, allow it be -

to you

i write in reverie -

to me,

give not half hearted truths,

those measured by the drop.

To me,

speak only in absolutes

through thoughts in true words wrought

that we

one beating, breathing heart

may be,

and lose each other not.

Discernment

No truth is to be told

but that which can be seen

upon another's brow, or

etched upon the settled leaves-

no truth's to be avowed,

if by life written it can be.

To seek in sonorous verve

escaping others' lips,

do not to this too oft resort

nor seek in it the verity

engraved on all that is,

do not for truth in this confide

when only life can it emit.

If only, then, a man could find

this score on his own being impressed,

there's no thing time could e'er deny,

it would bare all at his behest.

Corazón, nos fallas

Corazón,
nos fallas.
Eres poroso,
saturado de vida
e igual asesino,
aunque lates
por la misma.
Corazón,
eres débil,
blando
y de piedra,
de calor infuso
y frío.
Pienso yo
Corazón,
eres largo
y pido,
Dios-
has el mío redondo,
aún esférico-
sin mancha
y perfecto.

El fracaso

Estos días se cree,
el que no progresa
es que no quiere.

El fracaso
en muchos casos
es por falta de querer,
en otros
por querer de mas-

por conocer el mundo,
reconciliar
lo pasado,
por querer amar
hasta uno,
llega al fracaso.

I'm having chest pains...

of the non-physical kind.

The absence of time

Not one day's passed during which i've not thought,

no sun yet set without my having seen -

that day by Heaven's generous grace was brought,

as i saw then your eyes' untempered sheen.

Eternity, it seems now to have been,

a dread absence of time without you spent

in which my heart's desires, they would careen

to one such as yourself to me being sent,

and thoughts like these would not pass or relent,

in nights of deepest dark would not abate

and even now, when light seems imminent,

i am awake with you in mind of late.

Such whim should be reigned o'er, sense says

but no, let heart and mind be runaways.