What My Old Friend From The Mountain Wrote Me In 1970. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i wait for the time when you will tell me that you love me. I poured all the goodness in me to you. I kiss you and you kiss me and we even make love in my lonely moments. You care for me and make me coffee and accompany me in those silent moments as i begin to tell you about the fate of the stars and the doom of the sun and the perishable nature of this world. I will die and you too and i talk about the shortness of life. You rock me and my hammock makes me sleep soundly in the hours of my anxieties.

when we kiss and when we close our eyes i utter the words i love you.
and you take your breath and you take my breath away.

you said you love me but i pretend that i believe you but inside my heart, i often ask myself if your poverty can lead you to the path of honesty.

Life is short and time is consuming all the sands in that crystal jar.

I see birds migrating away from the mountain where i live. And then i tell myself, i fully understand why.

you shall be one of those birds and my sighs shall be left here in this mountain to grow like seeds and become trees for those who may come by and then take its much needed rest.