I hear marvelous tunes.
I feel the vast depths of time—
something my bones can sense,
for I am here, dwelling below it all.
For hundreds of years, the spheres have whispered to me,
telling a story—
a story without an end.
It is the vast, unexplored mirror of pain and beauty,
where both exist together, inseparable.
Dance with me until the fall of Babylon.
From Venus to the Moon,
dance with me for the children of the world,
until our breath is finally taken.
Together we will dance with the spheres
and with the kings of old.
The violin continues to cry,
the saxophone rumbles deep within the soul,
and the guitars never fall silent.
These are the tunes of time—
where love fades,
yet the music never truly ends
Dance with me to the end of love.
A poem by
-S.I. Guzman
Tag: impermanence
The Traveler
Oh, how long; how long must I belong?
The day the bird shall speak no more.
For I, for I, must travel long.
The sweet amber color of the tree,
and the temper blue of the sky,
they say, speak.
Speak, for I await for thee.
Must I travel long?
For I have labored here,
and shall await till dusk
and be no more.
Moon and Sun, they do await,
though fools and kings stay below,
and thus the sky will open up its doors
to the majestic unknown world.
Below and low,
thieves and trickers and merchants go,
though they rise above the sky
with purple robes.
They tremble and think and go,
today in sorrow,
tomorrow in love.
He shall whistle the song above,
for the king awaits,
high and low.
A traveler, a traveler,
for he must always go.
A poem by,
— S. I. Guzman