Let me tell you a secret.
Secrets are made for, at the right and appropriate time,
be revealed and exposed.
They twist and squirm, get tired of the imposed imprisonment
and ask, if not demand, their freedom.
I am a conservative man, averse to change.
I would live my entire life in the same house, same friends,
would have my children and their children would be equally ours,
growing, assembling and sharing rooms and lives around,
indifferent to strange customs of those
who do not love and do not like each other.
We would be like a pack of wolves that are always together
and know no other world but theirs.
I like the sun that does not change
and it is the same every day,
heating and never forgotten of us.
I cannot understand the moon, its four phases and four faces,
that makes us fall in love with its brightness and then,
plays hide-and-seek, feminine and elusive wants and appearances.
I would like to have an extended spring without summer,
a fall without winter, succulent fruits the whole year,
packed with gentle rains and tender winds.
My hair could be white, but full and thick,
not meager and thin; my desire active and predatory,
voracious and powerful, facing my last season
with that child’s own haughtiness, still shaped
as a certain book says, in the image and likeness
of so noble our Creator.
Published in Free Lit Magazine, November 2018 issue.
Published in Tree House Arts, Feb 20, 2019
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©