Farewell, Poetry No good can come to a poet People have lost their humanity She is full of earth She is full of earth and bright and solid nothing escapes her light in her eyes are dreams, full and torrid wild enough to touch and conquer the stars the wind asks, where is the fire? answer: fire melts on her body like the waves that find the sea in her hand and yet love is a mysterious sacred journey a pure divine art because if you only look closely you shall find her in my heart. You are not of this world You are not of this world and yet your beauty fills it In your quiet space, you whisper words that define my existence You may not know about it but I know well about it and it is enough for all my stars to shine This is how I search for your meaning And although I have not seen your face I know why birds sigh in the morning.