The Unsure

I hope he recognizes me
smiles when he sees me smile

A brave man
Would he be ready to face the unsure,
to be happy

Hiding behind this mask
I believe he knows
he's not gone away
having me living inside

Off to the seas, swimming
is this light
blinding my smooth darkness
stored in his destiny

May I laugh one day
when he tries to make me laugh

A strong man
Would he be ready to taste me,
to let it linger and trust it

We'd dance Carnaval at night
folding the memories
taking little notes of our embrace
resting our ocean on a white beach

My name is hidden in his poem
written with his index finger
on the sands of Newport
washed but not erased

An upper hand has a say in this
when there are signs all over his road

A deserving man
Would he know to read his heart,
to practice its religion

There is a hardness in our path
a roughness caused by my feet
a challenge chasing close by
stalling yet strengthening all we are

He is like a rain crying to my rescue
a wish made to me by a shining star
a song I compose everyday
the only peace that could end this war