Guillermo Veloso (September 25 1962 / New York City)

Left alone to play in the rain
I kissed her tonight
As she dreamt
Her voice stared across the dream
I felt the stringent pull of time
I know and knew this for
So many years
There is no surprise on this trip
The end has always been there since the beginning
And love
What of it?
If it hides and plays
Can it ever be yours?
Desire is the beast
And possession its bone..
But in the dark of a cold winter night
I kissed her on a cheek and bid
My nightly farewell
Because I knew and know
Candles flicker and extinguish
Flowers wither and
Memories fade into dream