Patagonia

There are times where I feel 

as if I was dropped in the middle 

of a dirt road in the desert

Stranded, 

not known and knowing where I am

That’s how I feel with you.

There are times where I feel 

as if I was dropped in the middle of the Patagonia

Awaiting for the midst to take over my senses 

and sight

To come in, 

to bulge into me and 

take me cautiously yet with no precautions

To the peaceful place 

where you have been waiting 

patiently yet excitedly for my entrance

My love, 

there are so many things 

that I might not understand about you

Or your past

Or unknown things, 

things that when people ask it makes me think..

how much do I really know you?

Yet as these questions are asked 

your face comes up before, 

blocking all these letters and commas

And takes over the canvas

Making it into the Patagonia, 

my Patagonia

There’s nothing more beautiful then being on you,

On the highest mountains 

and feeling the air, 

the breeze upon my shoulders and neck

There’s nothing that I might know 

about this Patagonia, 

but I don’t need to

I don’t need to

I don’t need to know, 

because I will risk my life to climb every mountain 

just to find every flower, 

every little insect, 

every little pebble that is on this place

To some it might be insignificant

But in your Patagonia, 

you my Patagonia, 

each one of these has a name

Not just a name, 

but a meaning; 

a background, 

a color, 

a scent

Everything I need to know 

about you 

my Patagonia, 

is that you will let me travel you

let me travel inside out

like the sea shells do to the ocean

Let me travel, 

let me surround you, 

let me discover you, 

for I was built for those roads in you

Some dark and shady

Some sunny and moony

Yet each one of them are you

And I, my love 

will dedicate my life to travel you

For you are my Patagonia.