Perhaps, perchance, what might have been
potential, lust, passion and embrace,
breakthrough, shadow, a sigh unseen,
the clear, the forest, the moon's hidden face.
A lie hidden inside the rawest truth,
confounded light within a stream,
a kiss, a secret, a child's tooth,
or the deepest thought in a shallow dream.
Spoiled star shining upon a weary brow,
scented sepulcher of granite stone,
the whistle of the wind, shot from a bow,
the poem, the verse, the song.
Names, you've had them all.
-Manuel Eduardo Dato Torres
