In the Sky of My Personal City

 Whatever you say,
 whatever hue you take,
 I understand just fine—
 in the fathomless sea of your heart
 how far my waters flow...how long they've flowed,
 how deep you keep me—I know that too!
  
 Why does your heart's love
 seek the body so much
 yet never seeks the soul as much?
 Wrapped in your magic, your tenderness
 lie so many kingdoms, so many borders!
 In how many queens the palace laughs,
 I keep track of that too!
 Of all the realms of scattered hatred, of unlove within you,
 I remain the queen of those kingdoms!
 I accept it all—
 to live, one must accept—
 that's the rule!
  
 Life says:
 get drunk on dreams,
 live in reality.
 Still I see love raises echoes and returns,
 though sometimes, alas, no sound comes back!
 Daily I understand, among those hundred moving colorful lives,
 in dying bodies,
 this black-and-white shadow of mine
 barely alive, dulled by fierce obstacles,
 insists on sharpening itself against your anger,
 at the shadow-door of relationships I often see
 even unwillingly, deliberate shutters fall!
 Know this though—on the other side of this door, I stand waiting!
  
 What relationship means to me,
 to you, I know, is merely communication.
 When I speak truth,
 you think, oh that's nothing, I'm just making rhymes!
 You make rhymes with lies, you fool me,
 and I think it's all true!
 In my knowing,
 all your red
 lies,
 I know are less false
 than in your knowing—
 your red
 truths!
 Whatever truth
 my green reveals, know
 they are truer still!
  
 You know it, I know it too—
 around this city lie many secret stories—forbidden to tell.
 One day I'll leave this city, spurring imagination's horse, carrying love with me far, far away...
 Will that imagined world's love ever touch life?
 I only wish that day terrible rains come to this city of relationships and don't make it weep alone.
 Let sunlight come and make it smile a little, let the wind's body sway it half-drunk.
  
 What a strange imaginary city of relationships I visit daily!
 When I fall silent there, a ghost of hollow silence descends,
 if I don't light the lamp, thick darkness shrouds that city...
 When I close my eyes, everything vanishes quietly.
 In that city I remain, and there remains beloved love—personal.
  
 In this city too sun rises, rain falls, clouds call, sky laughs...and weeps again,
 in my eyes my city is of many colors, many moods.
 This city follows no rules—night sky laughs with sun, day sometimes revels in darkness,
 in this city my tears return again and again in other forms to me alone,
 in those tears, as much pain, as much flood,
 I'm drowning, drowning...somehow suddenly on imagination's soft raft I return to the old game.
 This city's rain wets only me,
 alone I run to all corners of this city as I wish!
 I meet with love, the love that binds only me,
 when comfort comes I smile and think, I'm not alone, love is with me...ah, it's there too!
  
 Though I know it's all false—only I exist, no one else,
 still, dying in truth I live in lies, I beg for lies!