I've realized that
My books aren't able to save me
I wonder why
I ever thought they could
Pages full of words
That won't stay words
For eternity
One day they will whither like me
But I will whither faster
And they contain
More stories than me
Although maybe not more meaning
Reflections of minds
That perhaps no one
Will ever understand
Or even appreciate
Most of them
Will not be able to save
'Cause they were never experienced
But left unread like me
Maybe here is where
My soul belongs
Off the map
And a little bit more
To the west
This overwhelming spot
Where the horizon
Is just a blue line
The very border
Of an enchanted land
Where the desert eternilizes
Before me like the sea
And the stars bloom
In the night
Like a billion apricot flowers
As one star constellation dies
Another one is born
A celestial promise
To the darkness of the heart
That it will be dark no more
Here there's no need for crying
Because everything is as peaceful
As the colors of the mountains
The sweetness of the honey
The hunt of the coyote
It's similar to the ocean
I have tattooed in my mind
So I need a boat
To navigate safely
Through all the memories
The ones I never speak of
But don't cease to dream about
In the silver moonlight
Naked in the garden
Where I first saw your face
I met myself today
But ten years older and male
I really liked him
You're a great soul, he said
With your own character and agenda
Remember, you're not what you can
He claimed I was meant
For something bigger
That I am one of a kind
I listened to him undress me
Describe me and define me
Like no one has done before
Trying to protect myself
I became broken
Trying to remain myself
I changed
Trying to become myself again
I changed even more
Trying to find myself
I lost myself to him
We should talk
In private some time, he said
And then he left
With my mind in his eyes
My eyes on his heart
My heart in his hand
I met myself today
He is a great soul
Almost one of a kind
