The passing cloud

Moments spent with you
Are like the brightness
Just before the clouds cover the sun:
Very gentle, pleasing and short;
Allowing the showers to be opened
On the poor earth just to flood it.

One searched that light
that brightened his dark being
remembering where one comes from
and where he once lived, his abode
with the light, which also covered
him like a strong metal shield.

Those rays that one searched
To replace that beam, that brightness
Just before the rain,
remained far away
until eyes met the telescope,
which brought it nearer.

One expects
that it will live With us, not
like those others: the short lived
lightning splashes that ushers in
the trumpet sound
of the clasp of thunder

if it were a gift, I would replace it
with another precious one
if it were a poem, I would write
its lines unending; if it were a song,
it would be sang with an orchestra,
which will ever live in the mind

oh wretched soul that I have become
for not being able to keep the light
after piercing through me. But allowed it
to move out into the deep dark and
making me lonely, cold and without
purpose only to see and hear them, the bats.

Close your eyes and make a step
And you’ll know how it feels depending
on people, to be led by strangers and those
who will mock you at the end. They near
you because of what they get from you.
Oh wretched soul that I am.

From the distance a thick rain clouds
Approaches and it sends shivering, from
the heel to the scalp. Now that the trade winds
are blowing I could not tell how soon they
will arrive to cover the beam that I have found.
Oh wretched soul that I’ll become.