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
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2026 09:37
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Romantic in its presentation yet lonely in its words it displays the yin and yang of love and its absence. Devoid of one to be loved by and without one to pour love upon it speaks to all, even those that feel they are blessed with a beloved for we are all separated from another no matter how close and long for unity. It may well be that only in merging with the dust of the earth that we will find that place where love is infinite and does begin. Well done
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