Friday, 7 May 2010
I'd love to hear the words that search you
when you escape to random verses
and watch your eyes spark in amazement
at the sight of scribbled paper cuts
scattered on your study table.
I'd love to see the words that hold you dear
and name the things you are yet to discover
as you rushingly build barquitos de papel
just before the ink dissolves
with every drop of tear and rain.
I'd love to feel the words that embrace you
when you chase every tiny boat made of paper
that sails down the creek, down the river,
beyond the delta, cruising the ocean,
with your pirate hat, and a heart full of dreams.