White Knight To The End Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

what of it

is there any hope in us

statues of marble in the garden, forgotten

the stars have heard the howling

like explosions of matches, in the face of the gods

after the whirlwind

here we are,

what are we

projections, or inventing a new song

my fire needs material, to consume and the brightnes give birth to a new icarus

who cares what the rest are, what they say about us

there are tasks to fullfill

redeeming, yes it sounds like a huge word

the way forward is to strike another match

see me

around me

from me,

matterialise my dreams of you

material imaterial

into forms

physical spiritual

no vexations to the spirit

the horse is unleashed

your tears are my reward

the culmination of my desires is you


burning brightly