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Your Mind's Eye
Your Mind's Eye
Picture forever.
What does it look like?
Is it a horizon, stretched across the earth?
Is it a pool of deepest black?
Is it the sky on a clear night, pierced by stars?
Is it empty?
Is it nice?
Picture your last breath.
How does it feel?
Does it come out like a freight train, rushed and then gone?
Does it whisper like a moth, almost missed?
Does it slowly creep its way from your lungs, each inch hard-won?
Is it alone?
Is it welcome?
Picture your imagination.
What does it look like?
Splashes of color, bright and vibrant?
Silent symphonies of brown and gray?
Stifled dreams, never quite realized?
Is it cared for
Literature
lagrima
Lagrima
Tan pequeña y desdichada estrella fugaz
Subiendo con inocencia hasta mi pupila vas
Escalas sabiendo que te dejare caer
¿No sientes rencor a mísero ser?
Te evoco por tristeza, te derramo por encanto
Abatido en el silencio dejo que mueras con mi llanto
Cristalina gota de cristal líquido
Floreces tan transparente
Tesoro mió se que debería retenerte
Pero la melancolía me supera
Compañera en mi nostalgia
Te salvaría si supiera
Encerrar mis recuerdos en un baúl.
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
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I wonder why I didn't read this lovely piece before.
Brief but intense. I like the words, the atmosphere, the sensibility. Brilliant, my dear
Brief but intense. I like the words, the atmosphere, the sensibility. Brilliant, my dear