Images

I seek you through the mist
drawing in gray the air,
its colors evading me...

Break this nothingness
reach into this soul
lit the sun of my window.

Awake these eyelids
dormant and mute,
whisper to them
memories of you.

Do not go...stay!
Pour your laughter,
breathe your verb
and quench my thirst
with your eternal cascade.

Murmuring down my canvas,
becoming the beloved image
my brush so dearly desires.

And embracing me
in this propitious hour
where eternity bears
hope's true fragrance.

I will go…

Yes?


-Arcángel-