WHERE
Where do storms go with striking thunder
Leaving calm which is inhaled by plain spirits
Flavors and colors explode sensations in order
Of a greater good that is happiness within it
Still at the top of the bottom of unreached wisdom
Find an immutable feeling of rebirth
A knowledge pure and softened of the night of freedom
Where does rain go with flooding tear-drops
Sadness unaware of wind of changing atmosphere
Salt wet in blood, the red elixir of life-drops
The vital force that endorses the Phoenix to interfere
To try to release the wounded Ego from laying
Down across and between the plains of braveness
Restore the huge amusement of childish crying
Tears that calm destiny’s thirstiness and blindness
Where do mountains still stand above destruction
Devastation of mistakes that rebuilt the erosion
New challenges face now a promising horizon
An inner force powered by wills of confident construction
Still at the top of the bottom of surrendering
Still at the bottom of the top of being a nice man
Find a ridiculous-rational transformation of wondering
The truth and deepness of what it means being a wise man
This handwritten poem had been consigned to oblivion in a box for a long time until I rediscovered it. I do not remember the day or the reason why I wrote it, it’s so old! It´s just one of my first attempts to write poetry in English.