My Valentine

I wrote down a plan For valentine day; A revolutionary one. I do not need a Saint to tell me how to feel, What to do, or how to dream. The world is crowded with corrupted living saints And the echo of others sacrificed. I am broke, It is cold, No goods, and no means, Eileen lives somewhere in this planet, and I still live at the edge of the universe. It is not about a glimpse of hope, The speed of light, Or the Gods’ power. These are not the ideals I am considering, and It is not about that At all! It is a pure human matter; I mean, something between to lovers. Eileen needs something different. Diffrent from the past years Completely different; Cause’ she is in constant metamorphose. It is about renewing the satyres of our heart’s beats, Creating a tsunami of new feelling, An unresolved dispute of our hands, and Lips’ pride. It is about sending the ocean’s tides back to the moon; It is about sending back the sand and the dunes back to the desert; It is about sending a valentine gift to unknown address. So, I wrote a a happy Valentine wish; I read it with a loud whisper at the sunrise So the ether can take it To the horizon; Cause’ Eileen never misses the sunrise As well as listening to beats coming from the horizon.