The tunes of time

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

Today I write for you

The sweetest smile,
the freckles on your face,
the dream,
the green in your eyes,
the golden in your hair,
the rock,
the tree above your grave.

The sweet and confusing voice of death;
her dark hair,
her talent was to dream,
and her smile to persuade.

She guided me there,
unknown, afraid, confused, and desperate.

But now I see
the shallow grave
which I can't bear.

At last, at last,
I have arrived,
the somber tone,
the cold of wind,
the lovely girl I knew
now rests here below
and dreams.

No name,
no flowers on your tomb,
only a prayer
and a song
for all this gloom.

Neither sadness nor happiness
can change the memory of you,
will death perhaps?
Will the sea between us?

Poor, broke, alone, or rich?
Nothing but your heart
can feel this peace.

One day you will rise to the stars,
in this vast unexplored and unknown space
of possibilities and woe.

You reached out for me,
and today, oh well;
Today I write for you my love.

For you,
I write my love,
for you...



A poem by,
-S. I. Guzman