The Major Thirteen
The first time
I dreamed the Major Thirteen
I was just over sixty.
I was dreaming of falling down to sea
With no parachute.
Before to splat the water
I asked the wind
To appease my drop:
So did the wind.
And I started singing.
Say the fishermen
Along the Cornwall coast
If they hear a song
At windy full moon nights.
That’s might be my song.
Now I know what is love
Not the sudden passion
that turns off soon
and then rises again
Not even your eyes
May be sincere
But not eternal
Not your vain, fallacious promises
But the Word that never betrays
It’s
true love!
Don' t ask me why I've been there;
I had to fill
the emptiness of my days
lost in the nothingness
with no place to go to;
Don't ask me why;
I only remember now
the time of
hope
The smoking rings
The dreaming trips
That's our life
Made of mistakes
Driven by mysterious course
Aimed to search
What you think to be true
And time cheater of our senses
Only God
Do not mislead
Our souls.
Goodbye flower of Antioch
I’ve sucked your nectar
For a day
And then
I flew away!
I wish fate
had made me not bee
So I would not be here
In search of blooming
flower
Looking for inexistent
Happiness
But I would be between your petals
Fragrant of love
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When the vagueness of illusion
It is no longer day
In the shadow of the flame
I expect you to reach me
From undefined directions
For the countless paths
That lead souls to souls.
I wonder if a heart beats with mine!
But I am lonely
In the trembling evening.
