Solitary, still, I make my way
Forged in fear, yearning to stay
He took the key
That mist of me
And hid it well
In silence, ‘til my soul fell
Foul of hope, awash in pain
As pearl drops stain
And scar with acid heat
My lust, my love, in full retreat.
Solitario, sin embargo, yo hacer mi camino
Forjado en el miedo, anhelando permanecer
Despojado, perdidos en el mar
Tomó la llave
Esa niebla de mí
Y así se lo escondió
En silencio, hasta que mi alma cayó
Falta de esperanza, inundado de dolor
Como gotas de tinte perlado
Y la cicatriz con el calor de ácido
Mi deseo, mi amor, en plena fuga.
About Nya Rawlyns
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.