POSSIBILITY

POSSIBILITY

If there was a place,

Flowery, silent and quiet;

Desert and perhaps flowery,

I would always call on him.

If there was a place,

Colorful, with white petals,

Where all with frank smiles,

If they understood and loved each other,

I would always call on him.

Let it be the place,

The center of infinity,

The center of my being,

Where love only reigned,

The will to live,

I would always call on him.

Let it be the place,

The point of departure and arrival,

From rest, comfort and peace;

If anything else I could give you,

In addition to this poem,

Would be great.

* J.L.BORGES