By Fernanda Cabarcos
You smug and silent friend
Your timing never bends.
For when you creep upon the throne
Your will and vision heart of stone;
Our mortal souls could sing and pray
The final hours, body aches
Our life is yours to take.
I ask you only for one thing
Please wait until my days of spring
Have passed and winter is at hand
My life be blessed, so rich and grand.
I want to look upon your face
With calm relief as it all ends ;
I close my eyes and feel you touch
At last my friend you take me home.
 |
| “Muerte en Primavera “ by Ana María Salazar Cabarcos IG:Anasalazarcabarcos |
No comments:
Post a Comment