Relating To A Certain Sadness With You Poem by RIC BASTASA

When the world was new, I could not relate
To the loneliness of the song with you,
The colors of its sounds were too vibrant,
mostly red
And orange, and the coolness of green
Preoccupied my eyes to almost everything.
I was not interested perhaps,
I was too busy listening to something else.
My hands are crazy.
You did not mind of course.
You wait to the
Slit of a new opening where you think that soon
I will understand. I was moving here and there
Like a pendulum
Under the principle of pleasure. Both of my hands
Are holding on to something that I can easily
Give up and then feel nothing. The craze of letting
Things go and then forget and then embracing
Something new again.

There is something
However that is meant to stay that when it is gone,
You go with it and then you are lost.

There is this certain sadness with you that lingers
Like a very lonely song. Everyday it plays itself
Like a bird alone on a twig. It does not go away and
Enthralls me and then after it has unloaded all
The beauty of its notes, how it pleased my ears
It stays unmoved and then keeps on its
Chosen position until darkness hovers in
Like a blanket to its black beak.

There is this silence
That stares and then tells you its name
Honestly
The syllables of which sound very much like yours.
You know where it lives and so you do not bother.