BABEL SPEAK
The leaves are falling
God is calling
Buenos dias amor!
It is Babel until words
Translate so we can relate.
Intertwined are our fates.
The hidden selves that are in the emotional creases
Where at times forgotten are the individual pieces.
I remember that you spoke:
"If one day, time and the distance stands between us; let this book speak about me as it does about you, it will speak to me about everything"
The foreign words I heard
Su algún día, el tiempo y la distancia se interpone entre nosotros; que este libro te hable de mi, como de ti, me hablara todo!
Took moments to translate
So that I could relate.
Then with a grin I replied with an emotional spin.
"As we speed along to distance and time, the book speaks now even in my mind.
A word, a phrase, a sentence at a time
Until the saga in my head
Is put to bed"
buenos dias amor para ti tambien
Babel no more
When Love came knocking at the door
Should Love be let in? Not sure.
So we stand alone; on each side
Smiling wide
Happy to meet
Elated to greet.
Is it Passion at the door?
Knock, knock
Knock, knock
Boom
Boom
As time goes on the knock and the boom becomes one.
Together a heart's lyrical song that goes on and on.
Syncopated rhythms and musical rhymes
That lingers in the mind over time.
The book speaks the words
That at time goes unheard
That at times goes unspoken.
The book defines us eloquently in verse
As we converse unrehearsed.
What does the book speak
As as the leaves are springing
and God is grinning?
Su algún día, el tiempo y la distancia se interpone entre nosotros
"If one day, time and the distance stands between us;"
As we speed along to distance and time
The dragging chains on us
Binds and blinds
Causes dying before time
Akin to being intoxicated on beer, liquor and wine.
A Babel speak
Of fractured souls
Needing to be made whole.
Was it yesterday when I lost my mind?
I looked every where, but it I could not find.
The stranger in the mirror turned away
Indicating to come back another day.
If the book would speak it's appendix.
What would it say
About the dance for the ages
About the turning of the pages?
Would it speak of
The blue eyes that turns to brown
The smile that's an upside frown.
The man in the tailored suit
Who is a well manicured clown?
Bonjour mon amour à toi aussi.
You wanted to know if I will ever love again.
Here's my Babel speak:
I was always looking to the past with my broken heart.
It is like running on a leg in a cast.
It is like the blind looking through a looking glass.
When I just being lonely
Lamenting for a one and only.
Now no more songs of my heartbreak.
As each word I hear seems fake.
No melody that stays when I am awake.
The muse inside
Tries to hide.
The melody lingers.
The notes dissipates from my fingers.
When the wind blows it whispers in my ear
But the words get fainter with each passing year.
When night approaches.
Una hermosa buenas noches
Dreams scatters like so many feeding roaches.
Moonlight paths ;
Questions of where thou art?
Adrift in the mist.
A forgotten bliss.
I wanted to know if you would ever love again
How long will be the Lover's flame
Before it fizzles and another ignites the spark
With stolen secrets and whispers after dark.
In the park, midnight strolls and serenades
While sipping cocktails
Along well remembered trails.
A kaleidoscope of hopes
While peering through the scope
Of the fractured looking glass;
Just fragmentary bits are left.
Views of lovers; showing joys that have left.
- images of the future and of the past.
Fragmentary glimpses not meant to last.
Will you remember to leave the light on?
No darkness induce fear that we are alone
With no one near.
No more Babel speak
As I found what I seek.
Buenos dias amor! Good morning love!
It's the end my friend - Es el final mi amiga
Of the Babel Speak.
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PDONEIL
May 27 2022
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