The endless distance between complements.

There were two involved in the creation of the following poem(s), and indeed they are male and female. Bare with us, because for both of us english is not our first language. It's obviously a love-poem, love being a matter of life and death, as everybody knows. Have fun.

The Sailor
Can one love a dream, or do we love a mirror?
There is no death when there is dream.
Are there ears to hear but the ears of dream?
Let the ocean drain like a bath,
If a bath can hold a fin,
Or a child that plays with a ship
And feels himself Columbus
(He's a sailor already,
But only sees a flower,
Forgotten by the Hand that sowed it).
A dream is a laugh of God.
It's loud and made of love and steel
(Some know to laugh, and they know God).
God wants to hide but could not even if He tried.
He laughs and laughs, and laughs all dreams,
So they become dreams within dreams,
And as old tales are born again from the heart.


The Mermaid
I love the ghosts that live in the mirror.
Whispering in the wind my secrets
-The winds are eyes that touch and hands that see-
I dream of the ocean,
Like a bath dreams of the sea
(A dream in a bubble, the soap in its shell).
I dream of a ship that sails to the moon
And anchors on the dark side.
Give me a hammer to break this silence!
God likes the senses but pleasure has no memory,
And God forgot His mouth on the table,
Married a witch,
Gave birth to monsters,
And while He was hungry ate His children,
So they were dead, at last.
Dead,
Dead,
Dead!