Farewell

Farewell, Poetry
No good can come to a poet
People have lost their humanity
She is full of earth
She is full of earth and bright
and solid
nothing escapes her light
in her eyes are dreams, full and torrid
wild enough to touch and conquer
the stars
the wind asks, where is the fire?
answer: fire melts on her body
like the waves that find the sea
in her hand
and yet love is a mysterious
sacred journey
a pure divine art
because if you only look closely
you shall find her
in my heart.
You are not of this world
You are not of this world
and yet your beauty fills it
In your quiet space,
you whisper words
that define my existence
You may not know about it
but I know well about it
and it is enough
for all my stars to shine
This is how I search for your meaning
And although I have not seen your face
I know why birds sigh in the morning.