A name that tips the tongue
but stays withdrawn
has become a part of me
though it cannot stay for long
Within my mind, I find it a comfort
when I awaken in the morning
or go down for my evening slumber
The name, it tips my tongue
and sometimes, within the darkness
it escapes my lips
into the air
as I provide
a stream of tears
ajos
The last of me
was long ago
I burned so brightly
and then fell short
The end of passion
which reigned so well
left me reeling
and under passion’s spell
I have revel in
my memories
and oft times look back
upon my embittered history
to find the moment
when I first portrayed
myself in a happy role
in this, my life’s play
Within a memory
I can find
true happiness
though the path
was unkind
And, beholding
the light in the sky
this memory, this moment
never diffuses, never dies
ajos