O halo of the spirit!
In your grief, I am the pain,
And in your heart, I am the beat.
The contradictions hold you captive
In the perception of vision.
The autumn is rushing madly
Toward its end,
And birds are leaving their nests.
Useless to think,
To ask,
To regret,
Useless to contemplate,
To love,
And to grieve,
Life is an illusion,
A dream, dazzling the soul..
Ghost of love!
Your voice is a naked woman,
Upon whose breasts I sleep,
Hearing a melody sung by a waterfall.
Your voice is a running stream, with two flows
Falling from an upper lip.
They meet
Then depart,
Thus I hear in your voice two women.
I wonder
Questioning
Has my grief been able to see
Or is your sorrow reflected by my spirit?
So they rebel,
Erupt,
And denounce.
Ghost of love!
My solicitude,
Worries,
Soaring dream in the unseen,
Loves writhings,
And the spirit's tremors are present,
Revolting against boredom
To slay the nervous moments of burning,
Which has no fire or flame.
Ghost of love,
Let your presence die!
Let our dream rise from the glamour of tomorrow!
I am alive!
Behold! I burnt the shrouds of the past,
Placing my outcome in your fate.
I beheld you running on the walls of vision,
Like drops of light
Leaking from the Chamber of the Sun.
Ghost of love!
Useless to think,
Useless to ask,
Useless to fall in love,
Life is but an illusion,
A dream, dazzling the soul.
Sail in the spirit
On the Sea of Divine
To reach the ultimate,
........ Eternity!
Ghost of love!
We lose naught,
If we are sailing on the Sea of Divine,
Have the angels' flute,
And God's voice.
Ghost of love!
In the shade of your eyes,
The daily star.
Stretch out your hand,
Take me to the Land of Palm,
Where palm tree is the Master of Eternity.
Ghost of love!
Your love will smash my clay body
Making the sculpture I am, a ghost,
A gleam,
For I am too weak from fatigue,
And grievous.....
Ghost of love!
You appear as though you came from a lonely realm,
A realm built with spots of shadow,
And swamps of darkness.
In this realm,
There are paintings inscribed by inspired fingers of the Mad.
They drew the dream
And the color of lust with its seven spectrums.
Ghost of love!
You seem as if you came from a lonely and strange realm
Appearing like the cold disk of the moon,
Fragile like an old trunk.
A Stranger
So excited yet baffled,
As though a queen overthrown,
Forced to abdicate her throne.
So grieve not, nor be afflicted!
Grief is the case, the cases of the forlorn.
Ghost of love!
Soon the child will be full of youth,
Will meet you at the door,
And your waiting will be of no avail.
Thus this separation is a sea of mirage.
Ghost of love!
On the sands of my spirit's shores,
Where the endless reaching
Realm of water,
With all its islands and falls,
And Eternity abides,
There I stroll with my poesy
While planting its roses.
Ghost of love!
I am besieged by the colors of sunset,
Colors burnt upon a board of crystal.
Nothing means anything to me
Without your presence.
Even the rain does not seem to be romantic
Without your presence,
Nor cry of the sky,
Or kisses of the sun upon the lip of the earth.
Your presence is all the spectrums.
Ghost of love!
Your presence is a mellow wine
Causing me to feel the thirst of my soul,
And nothing can quench my thirst
But your presence.
Ghost of love!
On the ancient stony shore
We sat, while the mist invaded our souls.
Looking at your lips, I beheld the color of inferno
And youth danced upon them.
Ghost of love!
On the shores where sorrows grow
And trees of sins rise high,
Some stormy night a man will halt his proceeding,
You will descend.
A stranger you will be,
And silent,
With your eyes wide open,
You will speak without a voice
And laugh without reason.
While I remain on that stormy night,
Lord of the Land of Shadow,
The lord of greatest darkness.
Ghost of love!
Since yesterday,
Moments have passed by,
And hours too,
Even the wings of days have flown fast.
We lived these moments, hours and days
On the white ladders of heaven.
I made you the garden of my dream,
The stream of my emotions,
And land of my sins.
