Art – Francisco Bravo Cabrera
Video Production – Literary Revelations
Francisco Bravo Cabrera – regular font
Gabriela Marie Milton – italic font
The road bends furtively round the passing years,
avoiding those who stubbornly remain,
like a mouse caught in a maze…
The silent path curls back on itself,
Like those who linger lost,
within the flames of our Spanish maze.
Like a ribbon pulled by unseen hands,
The road carries the weight of hopeful smiles
as it gently crosses desert sands…
dreams unfurl in the hush of distant days
a snake coils on my arm
a silken thread torn from a kiss
I’ve walked it under silver skies,
waiting for the morning’s gentle rain,
whispering your name…
Echoes of a touch that never happened,
longing swallowed by memory, I cannot remember why,
the ache of what will always be
Some days the road just seems too long to bear,
If your body remains far from sight,
while I’m dreaming of your soft skin in the night…
White turns reddish pink amid the night
Sands cover their eyes— desires flame
untouched by rhyme.
And though the winds of longing may have changed my stride,
as other roads crossed mine from time to time,
the only road that leads to you forever winds…
Yet in the hush between each step and sigh,
Between my blood and yours
my lips untouched
So here I stand, where journeys start and end,
where all the scattered moments meet.
the road has led me to your heart again
Where our love was born from sand and tombs
from futures that may not exist
The road that led me to your heart again
has no end.
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