Triste Entonces Feliz, Vida

Triste Entonces Feliz, Vida


The love is gone.
Floating away carried on a high heavy wind, a dandelion seed.
Dropped down in a empty place,
a desert.
Life means nothing anymore.

Heavy sandbags, trapped beneath,
being tossed here and there.
A lonely balloon drifted high overhead,
out of reach.
The water flows and flows,
nothing can console
the
waterfall.
The mood is forever changing.
Blissful to torents of rain.

A space is missing,
where did it go?
It went with the world.

The dark clouds are settling.
They take over the sky for a long time,
but deep, far away,
there is a patch breaking.

Things are not as heavy,
The balloon is floating away,
but it is okay,
it will come back.
The desert is blooming into a garden of
beautiful flowers.
There is a waterfall that flows peacefully.
The breeze is graceful not burdensome.
The space isn’t empty, for the thing that was missing,
has been there all along.
It never left, but seemed to.
The sun shines through.