PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I want to grow fond and cannot, my being no longer allows it,

As if the doors of the heart were locked,

Only letting through sentimental expressions

In cries of universal spirits.

It is as if the soul is beyond, connected to something greater, distant,

Where individual love dissolves and transforms into a constant cry

For something that transcends the human,

Something that echoes in the confines of the universe.

The emotions that spring from me

Are no longer small or simple,

They are tempests of feeling, that vibrate in tune

With the pains and joys of an expanding cosmos.

I want to grow fond, to feel the warmth of the bond,

But all I can manage, are these cries that resonate

In the vast spaces of being, where the individual is lost,

And the spirit seeks the eternal, the infinite.

Perhaps one day, when returning from the embrace of these distant stars,

I will once again find the way to simple, human affection,

And finally, be touched by the love that exists here,

In this small and complex world.

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