Sonnet 9 A Forgetful Bliss Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Gaia swashed me with waves of compassion 1
When, between many, I gathered love
As she knew that time would wear my hot passion
To look instead for silent royal dove.

Mother nature gives to all its dower
In which we choose from different things:
The games of zeal, or the quests of power
And what is needed to become earthlings.

A gypsy train of stars each evening
With its beauty clothes the strands of my soul
But now I look for the one that singing
Will take me through where other magics stroll.

All my days will share a forgetful bliss
And quaint glories with smiles I will dismiss.
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1-. Gaia: earth personified