Memories of a Ride to Gainesville in 2006

Memories of a Ride to Gainesville in 2006[1]

Beauty, the quest and the realization, transition in progress, where have you gone; you who once sheltered me and pulled me from depths of despair to the heights of ecstasy, you who shared windy rides in open cars singing to the beaming sun, the moon, the stars, to anything that’d listen?  You, who kissed me for a poet, setting my soul aflame?  Where have you gone?

It’s true, you were never really there, just a future memory planted, but then, where have you gone?

I await you still, it’s true; creeping through nebulous shades following fantasies, figments and illusions, but none are you, just echoes and faded imageries of your passing till beauty’s future memories dwindle and fail, rainbows’ afterimages on my soul.  Traces of tenuous hints in the afterglow of promises not quite made.  You, who kissed me for a poet, setting my soul aflame?  Where have you gone?

It’s true, you were never really there, just a future memory planted, but then, where have you gone?

Hints of memories flow from the future, promises of promises to be made, tantalizing traces of tastes to be tasted on an open field below a bulbous moon, covered in tenuous drops of dew, memories of colors dressed in indigo playing in the background and you beside me whispering of allegories and other lies. You, who kissed me for a poet, setting my soul aflame?  Where have you gone?

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved

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