Do Not Tremble
Do not tremble, do not tremble little flower,
I won’t pick you from this garden.
You are now just a blossom,
I am an addicted wanderer
Ahead I see a path of stones
beneath a crimson horizon,
behind a tree with many branches,
One gold fruit that never wanes.
I found ashes in a wooden plate
that tasted like the elysian nectar.
I rejoiced even when a breeze
scattered together fortune and ill fate.
I have the sovereignty of the old craft,
When flying I outrun the clouds
clutching them with my bare hands,
building castles without any heft.
I pick now my walking stick
and I greet you with my old hat.
The next reunion will be among strangers
and this spring with be just an old trick.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013
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