El Árbol sobre la Colina

16 July 2016

Tristan and Isolde, John William Waterhouse

You’ve tempted me in a life declaration

With your ancient enlightenment

And I crave for Sophia in your embrace,

In that very gone moment.

You called me through blood maps

With your senses thirst

And I fell for the ancient hoax

In the starvation of my ghost.

You’ve fled through the morning mist

With your verb hostile

And I died for a second in the draught

In the perennial desire.

You’ve planted a seed of destruction

With the lenient touch

And I am burning alive in the silence,

In this loathsome void.

And you continue to plant those desires

With the skill of a cavalier…

And I await in the stillness of my shadows

War manifesto or the pettiest of your tales.