Tuesday, November 16, 2021

A poem for those who mourn a love gone

 





To become one with music

You are in need of everything:

grey roads,

deep glooms,

birds that sing, even in silence 

the sky,

an autumn leaf,

hands emptied,

love unreturning,

snow whiteness

dawn lights,

you are in need of everything your dream requires,

to become one with the music

of the farthest blues

so that, eventually your soul

will have confidence in death.

By Juan Esteban Nocua T., Step 10 Blue