I tremble in fear on a cold night
I watch dark clouds pass me by
As slowly I lose my sight
As the morning sun creeps thru my eyes
I gain some hope
I pack my things and wander forward
Searching for one to peel the skin and reveal the bone
In a crowded room
A thousand beautiful maidens do dance
But I am caught
In one, blessed goddess' illuminating glance
We walk in circles
Never removing our sight off each others eyes
And thru my vision
I believe I can find thru her lips, our paradise
And this nymph has become my muse
Of love and of truth
And slowly I begin to feel
My wounds do heal and my heart begins to soothe
Oh, but after many years
And many words I have spoken thru my breath
Alas, I have found no cure in my muses eyes
No, their is no cure or paradise but only death.
-Mauricio Sandoval(c)2003. 6-24-03.