Sunday, August 23, 2009

Moreria




Don't let the evening pass
With silenced convenience;

I remained untouched by distance
Or so I pretend -

That the once colourful daylight
Has not faded as a result
Of various circumstances.

The unforgettable gaze
Of the flamenco dancers
Has been trapped eternally
In the rhythm.

I thought you said
You would love me forever.
What about I?