I could but can´t tell you what´s in my mind

I would but won´t tell you about my dreams

Where you are not an angel but devilish it seems

Sweltering inside of me…

And such a sorrow it´d be if my mind empty should become

For yourself would be lost out in the open winds

No longer with in my reach, no longer in my dreams!

I could tell you but perhaps I should refrain

And how is it possible that you reside within my deepest thoughts

When someone else lives right here and touch you I cannot

For my arms are already busy holding another reality

So far away from you, so close with in my mind…

Carlos di Paulo Zozaya