Dawn
It hasn’t yet coloured our irises
deep April sensation
you and I meant to feel the dew
of dawn as we stood
on the terrace and gazed at
the eastern horizon as the sun
marked its infinitesimal stirring
of the firmament matter
a limb of the giant you and I
hid inside morning dew
when dawn hasn’t yet passed
when I finally met you
when we both once touched
hands and stared at the immensity
of our eternal wish for
the health and prosperity of all
Libros Libertad 