Distraction

Distraction, oh sweet distraction, 

Disguised as an angel 

You wrap me in your pinions... 

and I lose my vision 

in the pleasure of your soft, fragrant feathers... 

Distraction, my blissful distraction... 

You are that insignificant flower 

That takes me off my track 

Just by its intangible fragrance 

A memory which cannot be revisited... 

Distraction, my ally and foe... 

you take my mind off the distasteful realities... 

transform my days into nights 

and nights to a life... 

once lived, forever cherished... 

oh melodious distraction 

you are the tune that plays 

from a distant moment in time 

and holds me in its embrace 

boundaries of time erased.... 

Distraction, the lyric of love 

you who make the drudge a poet 

and erase the difference 

between an elegy and a sonnet 

your word that are but a myth... 

but distraction, abstract distraction... 

you bring along a tiring bliss 

and leave me too satisfied 

to move that stone 

that will earn me my bread for the day 

my hostile distraction... 

You drag me away 

from all that is real 

yet I come to you 

dreary of the harsh roads 

and on the merciless desert tracks... 

My beloved distraction, 

you are the illusion 

the mirage 

that gives the half dead traveler 

that one last hope...