Our Safest Returns! Poem by Mario Albert Cepeda

Is there no end to tragic space between us,
that oftentimes, I've agonized for?
My lover... oh friend,
let me not believe this our menace;
perhaps, a change of score.

For in infinite blend,
you’ve ignited the wondrous,
whose light and smoke guide to shore,
boats of souls then,
returning from faraway places,
whence vaguely we've heard come whispered lore.

Still, just around a bend,
where we thought, fell off courses,
over an edge of a world so flat,
those poor...
how I nearly did not recognize, or welcome you,
arriving among their faces;
although, if I could compare,
you are as before.

Even your voice, when you say:
'I am no longer grievous…
or afraid to go within shadows of that door,
that most pretend, shut behind one
by unstoppable forces,
never meant to reopen'
as I even I swore!

Yet, here you are again,
enlivening so strong this chorus,
sounding praises unto what eternity bore,
singing: 'We are sent, not unto nothing,
or worse, malice.
For in a universe, infinite from its core,
why shall we defend discontinuations,
like knights who guard, palace?
When in leaving,
we are assured our safest returns,
forever more.'