You Alone

You Alone
by Rolando A. Carbonell 

You alone, beloved, can teach me to
measure the memory of a song…
No one knows to what ecstasy my
heart will soar.
The gentleness in your smile is enough
to touch the tenderness in my heart.
In the secret page of my life is written
a story…never to be forgotten.
For all the silent records this vessel
holds contain the memory of you.
Come, then, beloved, and sing with the
songs so sweet.
Burn my soul with the magic jewel of
your song that i may awaken from the
darkness of this world to view the
blossoming of the stars.
And is there any power greater than
love? Speak then, beloved, speak.
Give to me the essence of your love,
and the slumbering poems in this dark
universe will blazon anew, swelling like
waves upon the bosom of a hungry shore.
Because you and I shall sing, heaven
itself will quiver with a burst of song.
And the morning shall greet us with a glow
to open the flowering of a new tune.
No one else but you can still the throbbing,
sobbing, murmuring voice within. No one.
For you alone can reach the silent stretches
of my soul.
You alone…
Without you, beloved, what joy will there
be in a song?
Without the embraces of your love – what
use is the beauty of the morn?
Without the promise of your kiss,
what delight is there in the fragrance of
a rose?
Without you, my love, memory itself will
lose the beauty of its touch…
Come then, my dear, like a flower,
like a song, like a dream…
And I shall write the forgotten poems
of many days you secretly left in my soul.
In every line I shall scribble the many
thoughts this soaring mind holds.
And the music in my heart shall spread
its wings to envelop the memory of your youth
scattered by the winds.
You alone can make a miracle out of a song…
You alone can transform this poem into a prayer…
You alone can make me feel the breath of
life again.