Enigma 2 Poem by RIC BASTASA

the irony however is this
the moment i utter your name
my silence leaves me

i love it this way
that you only exist in my mind

(i do not dream of taking you inside my heart
as i still respect its emptiness

which i have reserved for God)

i like it this way: you are a distant star and i am a traveler
on the desert
at night

and as there are so many stars in my sky
the sands too
shall never know who you really are)