Never A Blaze Inflamed Loudly Everyday
As my heart yearns for yours to claim
But fate fades away and forbade
In this eternity and plane
Locking our ways to never be the same
Ending all odds for love to flame.
I’ll be the echo that carries your name
Until time wanes dry with the same pain
After meeting you too late in vain,
My cry will be the anthem of shame
Heralding love that never came
Prasing moments we shall never make.
What lies within every person
is no mere earthly flesh,
pints of red gushing secretion,
or sheer elations, nor
tangled ties of daily passion;
be it sincere goodness
or evil grandest in action.
Oh! But fire endless!
Thus lies within at ignition,
amongst us the keepers
of the warm flame of creation;
undying and restless,
it kindles to beacon realization.
If you’re interested in poetry, you may enjoy my novel Till Stars Shut Their Eyes, where I wrote many poems of love and hatred as part of the story.
I shot the photograph in downtown Mexico City of calpulli indigenous dance group Tezomolline Naukuauhtli. Keeping the flame of our ancestors, people are once again organizing into calpullis (correct plural would be calpultin) just as in times of old.