Looking Up. (July 15,1999 / Barinas)

Vividly living in a shine, pure-hearted blinding light,
Luxurious ink traced in line, devastating moaning mountain height.
Slender enormity showing no decline, heavy dead wings raising flight,
Bittersweet blessed morning wine, blue of the sky, angel´s white.

Happiness living inside our words, white clouds adorning the sky,
Sparkling glow of guitar cords, lofty Heaven shouting a reply.
There's a moon that glows our soul, and a sun that burns our heart,
North and South shifting poles, singing larks repairing parts.

Sheer poems brightening stars, melting icebergs in our hearts,
Terminating coldness and it starts, with a simple paper from the mart.
It's the impulse to our goals, our essence in burning coal,
Always there to shine and show, a poet's soul.

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Are you happy?
Keep your luck.
Are you lost?
Keep looking up.