LOYALTY

I think about how I can find loyalty, for myself and for everyone who, even if obliquely, sees fit to come close to my existence.

I seek loyalty for my soul:

In the rain of stars and their drops that illuminate the silence of the kisses.
In the beauty of the flower, which throws its passion for the inescapable withering, which sentences the calendar.
In the countryside and jungles, where the ear is confused between trills and roars; between noise and silence.
In myths and dreams, with a naive plot, written in the fictional and improbable and also in the possible.
In the face of the sick child, emaciated, sleepy and in his leaden eyes, with a pleading look
In the unfinished feat of two lives, linked by the pledge, two rings, illusions, deceptions and precepts, to the growing splendor of a star and two stars, which escaped from a kiss.
In the valleys and mountains, of perishable stillness when dancing in spring.
In the seas of pleasure, of unreachable horizons, of sailboats, of pirates, of battles and of myths
In the endless drama of ineffable suffering where the cold and the strong wind; the cruel inconsolable crying, death and hunger, have been removed from the debate.
In the sacred towards Heaven, without pretending to exceed the encompassable potential.
In everyday things, which my diary transcribes, where the peaceful simplicity, with a relaxing melody, will try to silence the alienating stridency of haste and insomnia.

doctorpoet