The Poem

Marco Antonio (El Gringo)

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I am he who gently caresses you without a touch
the one that to your ears whispers words of love
I am he who writes of you and me, who writes of us
the one that slithers into your heart when you fall apart


I am he who makes you want to dream about tomorrow
the one that with only a look understands your sorrow
I am he who feels your pain and dries your hidden tears
the one that holds your hand and knows your deepest fears

I am he who writes of times and places your soul hungers to be
the ocean in the desert, the mirage your eyes thirst to see
I am he who searches the lost path your feet dare not walk
the laments of unheard voices who long ago ceased to talk


I am the flame in the darkness that will forever burn
the remembrance of moments that will never return
I am the one who teaches what cold hearts cannot learn
the unread page that even the wind neglected to turn

I am the lost dream seeking my dreamer - wake me not
the drop-of-dew on the petal of the rose that time forgot
I am the one that embraces and consoles your loneliness
the river of hope that comes flowing to fill your emptiness


I am the candle in the night that reflects your inner-light
life's kaleidoscope of joy and pain, snow and freezing rain
for I can feel your heart and conquer your strife
for I am: the blood of a poet - who was once alive


Marco '94
 
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