IV
Come and observe the speed
of my glance falling upon
the faraway northern lights
my glance like a sharp pointing
knife cuts time in the middle
ready to stop the movement
of the galaxy until it focuses
onto your heavenly irises
for all the time I’m meant
to walk upon the green carpet
of this land, come, and sit here
that we together exchange
sweet words before we recall
the mourning hymns of death
come, sit, and let me touch you
under the serenity of the evening
such newborn innocent and
ethereal that we are and let us
wish such to remain forever
Libros Libertad 