Corporal Myths

I’ll fly very far of the light
Looking for a piece of peace.
I’ll assimilate with the night,
Trying to find a midnight breeze.

The night, the darkness,
A tomb, a couple of graves,
Many souls, a lot of passages,
Two fates, a rotten holiness…

Where’s my body?

Inside the dark sun,
Between your crazy beautiful lips.
Beyond the red moon,
Flooding a sacred sweet tear.

Where’s your body?

Beside a beautiful garden,
Creeping himself avoiding me.
Near to the fallen,
Seeing two eyes that can’t see.

Look at your eyes,
Touch your soul,
Melt the coldness,
Flood my desserts,
Play with me,
But don’t throw me when I die.

Because I hate to be dead,
I prefer to swim under the life waters.
Under your tears, under your seas,
I’ll be crying with you.

I’m not dead.
I still alive.

Material meat,
Ethereal essence.
Body,
Soul.

Me, a little space of my own universe…

I’ll be your heaven.
But for now, just call me, God.

 

Interesante poema.
Un saludo.
Alaric.