Southern
Memos, V – Accepting life
There
are two sort of people:
the
ones were born here and the others
fell
in love and stayed
The
first are somber, creased
skin
and dark eyes, too
The
men carry the weight of
seasons
through ages of scarcity, believing they
could
lower the sun's
trajectory
and maybe rise their heads
an
instant just enough to watch
Helius
curling his hair
Meanwhile
women
keep their beauty
in
secrecy, not as a matter of shame
but
as a sign of distrust only
broken
before Selene's veil
The
second are blind by the light
or
they
wouldn't
be in love
Destiny
will bring them
together
– this is not a question -
and
time will sparkle the fuse in their
hearts.
©
2016, José Coelho
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