Written: © Maxima
Despite all cruelties
I am not inclined to believe
that faith is found in the
constant repeating of the dawn
rising above the surrounding mountains.
I’m not given to believe that the sky itself
implies an overwhelming faith nor the answer
for what lies ahead of us.
You imagine scenes that are in vain,
they are pointless
like trying to capture smoke in
a butterfly net.
Let us make a plea, ink a scroll
lack as night butterflies and
be not killers of love but filled
with nights of tenderness,
kisses beneath street lamps.
Come to me gently in the
moon-light bring with you hope
and belief in our love.
Let your childish curiosity languish
in the sincere love that I feel for you
here in my heart.