POETRY:WHEN I LOOK AT YOU

And I’ve written you so many letters
Over the years
Inked words on parchment
Each one an attempt to express
In writing
In words
How much you mean to me
Words in ink on paper
Each letter folded so neatly
Finger pressing down on the crease
The things I’ve put in those letters
So many times thanking you
Many more time apologising
Others planning, wishing, dreaming
So many years
So many letters
Yet I posted not one
Not a single letter dropped through your door
And in fact I didn’t actually write any
Not in physical form anyway
No black ink on white paper for you to hold
But I did write all those letters
I wrote them all in my head
And that’s where they have stayed
Each and everyone
So that over the coming years
We can sit and read
Our letters
Together



PART 2

Take me by the hand and lead me through the avenues of your mind
The places where your thoughts run wild

Take me by the hand and lead me through the alleyways of your fears
The places where all your hopes disappear

Take me by the hand lead me through the streets of your desire
The places where your wants became raging fires

Take me by the hand and lead me through yours
Then I’ll take your hand and lead you through mine
When we both emerge, hands still entwined
We will then walk hand in hand until the end of time



PART 3

some people
escape to sleep
to close their minds
on what
their reality reaps
others prefer
to stay awake
perhaps for
their sanity’s sake
trying to avoid
the dawning
of the next morning
as they know that
in life’s game
their next day
will probably be
just the same



PART 4

When I look at you, 
I see treasures: bronze and 
rare silverings buried in the 
Atlantic, tinted classically 
by the ocean in your eyes. 
I’ve been drowning deeply
underneath for more than 
uno decada, as the axis of 
our terra firma reached my 
promised time.

your voice moves like a river, 
rippled by leaves and stones, 
glistened by the sun’s tuscan 
lights. you sing so magically, 
opening the holy paradise. 
exactly like your mother, my 
genes was set aside.

honey, you will be her living 
photograph. I prayed many 
times, for her warmth while 
day by day pieces of me die
inside. how blessed my soul 
was when I saw her my heart 
glowed, in perfect shine. But 
how cruel the universe is for 
not letting you see her this 
time