HEAVEN

Are you just floating in
the paradise of my dreams,
pretending to vanquish
the poison of my angst
gone in an instant
everytime I see the rising
of the sun?

Are you only in the heart
of the immortals and
in the soul of the sacred ones,
challenging my humility
to do the same
answering the question of cruelty
to subdue the purpose of eternity?

Are you the reason of my journey,
the purpose of my birth, and the
vision of my fate
everytime I taste the bitterness
of this world?

Are you only in the abyss of my imagination,
haunting the questions of my confusion
where answers have been hidden
for the sake of the Creator's reason?

Are you really the promise and the nirvana of
my life, that will soon cover the existence of pain
where peace and bliss will forever reign?

When will you heal these wounds,
these dreads, these bruises and these shreds?
When will I get the answers and satisfaction
from these questions and confusion?
When will I feel the comfort of my humility
to get rid of these oppressions?
When will I lick the sweetness of passion
to quench the unexplainable purpose of my birth
and the unequal circumstances of my fate?

Tell me, are you just floating in the paradise of my dreams?
Oh, heaven! I wish I could see you soon and answer my questions.
When will I stop dreaming and craving for these eternal dreams?

JUNE 2003
IN THE ABYSS OF MY CONFUSION