The poetry here is inspired by the lives of fictional characters that have lived in my mind for a long time. The two main characters are named Joy and Noche. They are two scholars traveling through an endless desert created by the Storm. It is a ruthless entity that leaves people and villages that happen to be on its path ravaged. Joy and Noche travel to these villages and exhange knowledge, technology and stories. I hope I can share more about their story soon.
When they sleep, I walk
These nights creep up on me with these moments passed
When our words would bounce in glee through our beings
Understood for what they were
Expressing our union and love sparkling as one.
You’d call us water and oil
Until the energy only from
Our mixing comes to be.
You are now crystalizing
And I see only shards of
What you play to be gone.
I rain on your faces
A breakthrough thought to have begun
Yet each drop only glides down to the earth
Waiting to make their fall from the sky again.
Tonight, I birth a drought
My water lost from the path once won
I carry on lacking sustenance
Unknown to your certain return.
Sands
Twisting my hands, I take deep breaths
Oxygen lulling the waters in my chest.
My moon glittering the dark greens and blue
Unsure of how to proceed.
I look back remembering peace
And I doubt it.
I see screens in front of faces and
Mine flickers before me.
The water crashes into it
Waves bouncing back to rock my heart.
I can’t read these blurry stars
I’m not sure where my moon is pulling.
Glitch glitching,
Air, fill my lungs
Let my waters reach a shore
Where the sands have the answers.
Second Face
There’s a table, a person, perhaps a drink in front of me
Space but no mass my brain will register.
The world stops inches from my forehead
And there’s myself watching from the roses underneath
Unwilling to reach, unwilling to meet
Not even in a rain that could mean a reunion
So desired yet persistently denied
This, I know, will repeat.