BOOKS | MayoGarciaReyes

As you slept i slept and dreamt your dreams, they flew from the cedar songs
the blue sparks of the moon..

I have held you under burnish’d nights, phantom of my breathing, threading the countries with my perennial

songs..

and desired your sun’s fragrance

as late spring blossoms

fell all night believing in your radiance,

then old trees open’d

lost in the thin darkness..

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