In the tranquil repose of retreat
I watch the black clouds of a pain in the past
becoming intoxicated by your presence
love
for you are my friendly companion
Now you fall asleep like a drop of green pupils
on the grass of my heart
What you do asleep
Perhaps is known to angels wandering among clouds of tears
By awakening on the rainfall
the wet chill caresses your feet
love
and of your hands
fingers freeze the flames of the coming sun
The ink of my words rains on the white cement
of the streets of my books
What are we doing alone away from the islands
far from the little days
from the young warmth of sweet morning hours
on the sand of the blue beaches of the rocks of my soul
covered by shells asleep?
Upon wakening I shall dart running
toward the arms of your dreams
