She has seen the sky and the stars,

drops of blood in family  wars.

Sinking ships in the melancholy of water,

people with mouths that stutter.

Loved ones changing colors like clothes,

demons over saints taking oaths.

Strange cities with warm people,

like her favorite flower in a different sepal.

Her quilt is the sky, her bed warm grass,

she’ll observe as the world will pass.

Don’t ask her just now to leave,

as she is here to sense and perceive.


Stay happy, hopeful and humble.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s