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At night I reach to hold you close,
but nothing is there except empty space.
My dreams are filled
With visions of eternal bliss,
Sealed by your tender and heavenly kiss.
I awake from my dreams,
Yearning to hold you near,
Searching but not finding
Bringing me to tears.
I lie there thinking about how you showed me love,
Making me wonder if you were
Sent from heaven above.
I fall asleep knowing that
You are in my mind and my heart,
For love is eternal
And we will never be apart.
By: Anonymous
NICK'S POETRY!
WAKE UP
When the dawn smiles in a way that the frost turns into the warm milk of a fig-tree
your soul, at last, will bathe in the prairie and shouts to the sun that blinds you << I was born to life>> the the sun will be extinguished and your soul will take its place...
TIRED
Tired, friend we want to awaken the guitar so that its song isn't drawned by the silence friends how tired we are how tired Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds to get away from sadness Friend, however tired, we move the rhythm of the wait so that the wait won't be the tomb of memory nor absence. Friend, your will and my will one day they will silence the noise of the voices so that they let our hearts beat. Friend, we are going,tired but not destroyed, to take out the claws against the veils that cover the earth. This way,friend, tired and silent is the evidence of the effort to get out of the sadness...
UNTITLED
When the words don't reach where the feeling doesn't end when things stay inside that the mouth doesn't express, when the soul feels infinite how can I begin to explain that the blood in my heart doesn't stop It's held back on the outside and it stays still without wings and they give it words, words that don't heal the loneliness but they try. How can I say that what I want are hands, arms, and legs that feel that feel the thorns of the way the morning flowers and above all your hands that so many hands touched and with mine they stayed. And above all your hair, your face and your whole body How can I say that what I want is to love you. You just you.....
SONG TO MY LIVING SOUL
If I could sell my soul to the devil I'm sure I would in exchange for a longer life. Just one day more if I could I'm sure I would Some people say and they're not wrong that life is bitter sweet a little happiness and a lot of pain Devil I don't care let me taste a little more of life even if the day will be sad Devil I don't care give me more life a little more and in exchange I'll give you my precious soul I want to keep on feeling what life gives me: wine to get drunk on for the rest of my eternity Crazy they call me, who cares! crazy to grasp life, to suffocate death.
