Alba is Spanish for Dawn

[pinerow]

The Asian Dawn Ramon Piñero…6/23/2005

El alba
the dawn
would come
every day
and spread
her
light
and
love
and drive
out the
night;

the
very
dark
night

El alba
would shine
through
clouds
and smog
and
fog
bringing new
life
to
a
moribund
world.

El alba
always
drove
the
nightmares
back
into their
dark
beginnings
and
dissipate
the
the longings
for
safety
by her
sweet
sweet
smile.

but
el alba
oriental\
the asian dawn
would bring
the
smile
of
honeydew
sweetness
and
misty
mornings,

'round
to places
that
could only
dream
of
amapolas
and
monarch
butterflies.

My asian
dawn
would
(with just
a wink
and
a
nod)
strike
music
into
the
least
deserving
of
souls;
she
could
(with just
a grin)
create
symphonies
of
desire
in my
heart
and
make
my knees
weak with
want;
knowing
I could
never
have her.

El alba
oriental
My asian
dawn
was always
one step
one mile
one hill
too far;
too far
away
to enjoy
her
aroma;
too far
away
to
enjoy
her
touch;
too far
away
to
enjoy
her
very
being.

One
lifetime
one
age
one
world,
so far
away
all
I could
do
is look
to the
sky
in the east
and
hope
to catch
a
glimpse
a
smile
a
wry look;

Too far
to jump
(if i get too
close)
and like
Icarus;
burn
that which
lifts me
high.



El alba
oriental
my asian
dawn;
i
can only
look
at her
through
shaded
glass;
or
with my
naked
eye,
and
like
a
solar
eclipse,

blind
me
with her
brilliance.

she is
worth
the price
of
eternal
darkness
for
just
one
minute
of her
smile,
for just
one
taste
of her
lips;
for
just
one
moment
of her
embrace.

[superconnected]

1. flows very nice

very pleasing to read.

[pinerow]

2. Let's light a fire under them...!!!

nt

[JacobPike]

3. And who, exactly, is "them"...?

;-)

As far as I can tell, the only people who have posted anything this past month have been you, superconnected, and me. (And, to put that in perspective, prior to exactly one month ago today, I had written a whopping two poems in the past thirty-two years.)

[pinerow]

4. "Them" is all of us...

it is my opinion that when we read the writings of other poets and, it generally results in new and more poems...at least that how it seems to me...there may be perspectives that other poets have missed and there may be ideas that germinate because of other writers experiences...