By Carlos Cardona


Pretending love in warm, familiar loneliness,
Rising up to pierce each lonely glance,
Quieting my heart and greed for happiness,
Forcing back the rage in my Soul's dance.

At times content with just the thought of loving,
Then with her love my Goddess comes to me,
Reminds me that my kingdom will be coming,
And that my Queen she'll send to stay with me.

Together we shall rule the distant morning,
The evening sky shall sing great tones of joy,
Then very late our God shall send a dawning,
Of love divine when life was just a toy.