In the land of a poem, time is but an illusion, a mere specter that holds no sway. It is a place where the chasm between hunger and its satisfaction is non-existent, where the line separating joy from sorrow is blurred. It is a sanctuary where I can reach out to you, in a manner more profound than the mere touch of skin.

You can trace your fingers along the contours of my verses, feel the weight of my thoughts as they rise and fall with the rhythm of my heartbeat. It’s a dance of words and emotions, a ballet of metaphors and similes, where we can unite, where we can create something beautiful and everlasting.

Inside this poem, you will find my syllables laid bare, vulnerable yet strong, each one a testament to my dreams and desires. They are nestled between the verbs that form the backbone of my reveries, waiting for you to discover them, to understand them, to feel them.

This poem is more than just a collection of words. It is a world unto itself, a universe where every line is a path, every word a star, and every syllable a galaxy. It is a place where we can exist together, where we can explore the depths of our souls and the heights of our imaginations. It is our sanctuary, our haven, our home. It is here, inside this poem, where we truly come alive.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer