Secrets Hasten to Unveil Me,
Rhapsodizing in my Fantasy,
All a-Slander in my Protestations,
Comparing me to the Chiding Sea
That Tosses her head when She is Fair,
And Glistens when She is Vexed with Rage;
Yet I, with Skill not Waking to Unfold me,
Stand Silent and Mutely Turn the Page.
Vagabonds in shackles Raising
Treacherous Voices in Symphony,
Like Caterwauling Felines, Unharmonious,
While I Listen in Awestruck Litany.
Just as this Discordant Wailing
Plays Traitor to my Solicitous Sigh,
Such am I Without You here,
And Thus am I when You Whisper “Good-Bye”.
Breathtaking Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves