Our Eternal Gaze Poem by RIC BASTASA

the doubts in my mind
smothered the
lively dance of
truth

what is the matter?

inactivity that timidity
to change
has taken the neck of
time

a rope hangs on the wall
the beam is inutile
the wind is the usual
stranger passing by always
busy for what is coming

what is really the matter?

things have become more
elusive for us
we cannot hold the essential
and the quintessence of our
living
has been sorely missed out.

the hope to touch the moon
in your eyes
to caress the black hair of
our nights
the dream that we are on
the beach
much loved by the sun
and the openness of our navels
the flowing oasis the full fluidity
of our destinations
our gaze eternal.