so oftentimes in my solitude, i ask:
what charms do you possess that, in your spell,
the lonely heart forgets the loneliness it holds
and hearkens to a fairer ground
that banishes all tears with mirth and song?
what weird enchantment do you really bear?
what mystery do you command?
what essence rare, that when pained i drink
so deeply from your tarnished cup?
some soothing ecstasy creeps in and blots
all shades of gloom from even the starless night,
and in some fleeting moment, gently stirs
bright thoughts, wild thoughts …
dead dreams … beyond recall …
now passing dimly, silently, to head,
your voice so strange that calls me back
to life.
adapted from a poem written by Carlos Empaynado
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