Olimpia Sarb Poems
The Way I Love
All my thoughts are
Sent to you.
As you see me climbing this mountain,
Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always
You think that time changed me into a perpetual traveler.
What is she looking for, you ask yourself,
What does she want, you ask yourself,
And I am telling you
That nothing earthly I am looking for,
I feel that I do not want anything ephemeral,