Always Waking Up To The Coming Of The Most Beautiful Light Of Dawn. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are missing
letters to my letter
to me,
you are getting confused
and it makes me
understand more since
there are more things
which are more
beautiful when not
understood,
do not surprise someone
by saying that
he is a fool that all these
secrets are nothing
but foolishness
this morning i am happy
about our secret
which has remained to be
what it is
reminding me that you fully
understand what is this
world all about
you hint about a lingering
loneliness
but i smile at it
i, who, am so familiar,
am who passed it with
brighter colors this time
undestroyed, underestimated,
unknown, fierce but still
so gentle within myself,
for it is hard really to
make yourself your friend
to just be silent about a
defect, or an irremediable
malady.

ah, you can scream all day
inside a box of chocolates,
and the world remains just it is.
another box, of coincidences
and another box of fate, a randomness
that you sometimes believe,
a destiny that sometimes you embrace.
and you speak in barbaric rhythm.
and they all wonder what are you
saying, but just because it is,
and just because you are,
in that pedestal, all that they can
do under the circumstances is just
to pretend.

the pretense is acceptable.
and so life goes on and on and on.
living life, without questions,
accepting everything as part of
the master plan. Learning to
do by not doing.
To think by not thinking.
To live without living.
To love without loving anyone
or anything.

the window is not attached to a wall.
the earth is not attached to space.
my heart not to yours. my future as
always, another imagination in the sickness
of the night, always waking up
to the coming of the most beautiful light
of dawn.