Awakening

Where do I stand?
In the middle of nowhere.
Well, I can't always go there.

Vile and pretty,
Your mind is.
Broken and witty,
My soul is.

For a dream with you
Must I dwell with my fear?
If so, then I will be blue
And your eyes, sadly, must tear.

Believing that this is fair,
I await for a better feeling.
Such joy is my care,
But so is in being.

A triumph of bliss,
The Era of this;
Two reckless spirits
Bound to each other,
Like Shakespeare's
Poems, and my ears.

Ricardo Rodrigues