Shall anyone tell me who she is?
For I haven't seen a maid so bliss.
As she walked into the moonlit night
The celestes looked much less bright.
Her cascades made her look so quaint,
I looked the other way lest I faint.
The calmness of her innocent face,
Seemed to have the Master's grace.
Her eyes, so deep in its stare,
I certainly not would look to dare.
Her poise and her eloquent gait,
God knows if I'm worth her fate.
All my wilderness I did get rid,
Looked straight into her eyes I did.
Instantly did our gazes lock,
For how long, only knows the clock.
She stood there, and gave a smile,
I felt mesmerized for quite a while.
But since time and tide waits for none,
My adorable love, she soon was gone.
As she went past, she turned around,
I still stood there, felt dumbfound.
Don't know if we'll ever meet again,
Till that happens will bear the pain.
Each of us knows how we feel,
Yet she won't say it, nor I will.
For some things are better felt not said,
Like words that aren't written but can be read.
How many Mary Celestes sail
On the uncharted oceans of your mind?
How many lost souls vainly flail
To clamber on board, how many left behind?
So many unvisited ports
Beckon, tantalize and tease.
Does one survive on life’s orts
And accept “Destiny” with peace?
Which Ghost Ship's your succor, you ask?
Who’ll take you on board?
Are you the one who’ll set the task,
Or the one to command where its shored?
How much jettison to your account
Is toted in your Book?
How much flotsam can you count
Which you wish you never took?
De las auroras se integra la flor;
Semblantes pretextos clarecen,
Gradaciones progresivas acontecen;
Aparece la luminosa flor...
Esplendor ilustra tal flor;
Miasmas cultivados,
Perfumes emanados,
Colores enmarcados;
Brisas acarician su fulgor...
Del destello salió la flor;
Alimentada a gotas,
Prospera su polen fertilizado,
El viento pronuncia su olor...
La luz ilumina sus encantos,
Estrellas celestes y serenas en entornos
De ninfas que habitan la flor;
Alborece ante los astros,
Gamas que pigmentan la maitinada flor...
Del alba nació la flor;
Resplandece al pasar el céfiro;
Linfas la nutren;
El arcoiris presenta su color...
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