Mediterranean Heights (For My Cousin, Dimple) Poem by Adrian Antique

I do not know how to do this anymore -
Saying good bye to another woman I love …
I have no more words just like before.
Just painful whispers for her above.

I am stricken …
Always have been
Since twenty-eleven
By a wound unseen.

So, I return to my heart
Mid December of 2025 …
To recover its sad, broken part …
That still keeps me alive -

A haven, sort of hidden… quite some distance from where I lived …
That I visited just to have a glimpse of that sort of magic I believed.
And that place was where I think I found her again many years ago,
A younger cousin who became Joshua's second mom and Lea's afterglow.

Everything there is a folded linen of many colors …
Like an array of streams hiding the river of its source -
Most of my little secrets that I quietly carry with my pain
Slowly turn to smiles of letting go washed away by rain.

Love then is going home to Mediterranean Heights
Where the sky paints the sun, and the wind frees the kites.
Your dimple may have left for that orange glow in the distance
Yet your spark still glitters in my prayers, our songs, and this little dance.


adrian barleta antique 1.21.25