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Cristina del Canto Poetry Collection

I have rebuilt myself, like a burned down cathedral
keeping my stained glass windows
as a memory of who I once was

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Cristina del Canto Poetry Collection

  • Poetry
    • Remember Me?
    • Yellow
    • Caracas
    • Man of Jell-O
    • All these things traveling through me still don't bring me to you
    • Way of Sorrows
    • Banned
    • Forever Cathedral
    • 3,2,1,0
    • Morning Routine
    • Hugo Chávez Still Lives
    • Venezuela
    • I Could Have Really Forgotten You If We Had Never Met
    • Green Trails Days
    • Rafflesia Arnoldii
    • Lou's Blues
    • Snowmen in Windsor Park
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Lou's Blues

You remind me of the Sea.
I, human above waist, fish below,
bathe in the blues of
your eyes, ready for your net
to cast me ashore. My darling,
how deep
your waves submerge me. How
so very deep
this longing is I sink in.

How can a human love
someone as inadequate as I?
Half-mortal, half-creature,
I am not anything apart from
a fable. Bubbles graze the ocean's surface,
my tail skims it like a shark,
yet, I will not rise.
I swim away, my
tears turning into pearls.

Lou's Blues is in the distance,
along with you at shore.
And I, a golden-haired mermaid,
out of the ocean, I will not rise.
I belong, with all the other
mythical pretty things,
at the bottom of the Sea.

For I know, without you,
it is lonely above water,
and darling,
I will not have it any other way.
 

Lou's Blues

You remind me of the Sea.
I, human above waist, fish below,
bathe in the blues of
your eyes, ready for your net
to cast me ashore. My darling,
how deep
your waves submerge me. How
so very deep
this longing is I sink in.

How can a human love
someone as inadequate as I?
Half-mortal, half-creature,
I am not anything apart from
a fable. Bubbles graze the ocean's surface,
my tail skims it like a shark,
yet, I will not rise.
I swim away, my
tears turning into pearls.

Lou's Blues is in the distance,
along with you at shore.
And I, a golden-haired mermaid,
out of the ocean, I will not rise.
I belong, with all the other
mythical pretty things,
at the bottom of the Sea.

For I know, without you,
it is lonely above water,
and darling,
I will not have it any other way.
 

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Forever Cathedral
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about 10 years ago

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