Between Pain And Happiness....
there is always that pain
that instigates you to write
the one where there is no cure
although many are telling that
you have become one impossible
piss off,
you leave the place,
take a boat and settle in an
island where
you can talk to the moon
you do not sleep
because you can't and the
moon is one avid
listener of your woes
it does not talk of course
and then faces away
like a hand that caresses
your hair and then
you feel that faithful warmth
that makes you write some
more on the muddy part
of the shore
tomorrow you find yourself
asleep on a house without
doors
the winds who understand
you perfectly
are there to massage
the pain of your
thoughts
at noon happiness comes
you do not know its name and
from where it comes from
it waits for your commands
but you are silent
you have learned to love pain
because it is more beautiful
than the one that comes so
seldom to visit and listen
to you
in fact it has no body
it has no soul
it is not wearing a sign
that it is real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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