Travel
I guess I am only dreaming
As I wonder why am I here standing
Felt these shivers and nerves are wracking
What am I really doing?
It was dark but the place lightens
When a man with a red suit brings--
He was holding a rose in this garden
Every little fire fly blinks and it's enchanting
The steps he makes that entitle
The music that is my heart beat
The light that is his smile
The air that is his sounding breathe
Once upon a time they say
One in a seven billion people
Once every rare while
One fantasy away in miles
But your embrace was cold
It was not happy, there is a story untold
Tell me what mountains made you bruised
Tell me what oceans made you gulfed
Tell me why is it so scared
Tell me why it can't drown itself in another water
Tell me why is it so distant
Tell me why it can't move on from the rocks that hitted it hard
Have you enjoyed your journey?
Have you enjoyed sudden moment with me?
Are you leaving to return from where you are before?
Good bye, I am still grateful to be your detour.
YOU ARE READING
For You, Alone (Poetry Dedication)
PoesíaJust the poetries I wrote for those people I have met whom either I've lost, I love, I miss, I adore, or I simply get attached to.
