Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS
RAYS OF LOVE / Rayos de amor
RAYS OF LOVE
Beauty of the end,
most beautiful rays.
At the zenith of myself,
in my sorrowful paradise,
in love grown faint.
Life disintegrated,
in those final nights.
My twilight illuminated,
that love so imaginary.
Within my celestial love,
when there is no one to love,
love falling from the divine sky.
In my storm, among rains.
It rains without end, and I cry without rest.
With no one to give me caresses,
with no one waiting when I come home.
In my pierced heart,
weary of dreaming of love,
wounded by the rays of love.
Rays no one gathers,
lashes of painful love.
Born to give love,
with no one to receive it,
at the zenith of life.
Beautiful moments,
resplendent love,
slipping softly
into words.
Words
thrown
to the
divine
sky.
I hear
the soul
that beats
the rays
of love.
In the air
that sighs
with the love
that withdraws
to the other paradise.
Tears that water
the future enamored dust,
which will bloom when nothing remains,
when I am nothing, only enamored air.
Air that flew to the place
where infinite love is born