Inside there is a soft glow
15 December 2016

The ship sails
The fallen sea wails
Burnt willows
My pillows
Embers flushing on my cheek
Glistening tears of meek
Resurrect
The Enchanted Times
Through my rhymes
Stand erect
Shaking off dust of neglect
Under the new moon
Silver trails
Hovering within
Of stardust
Of falling light
Of remnants of the lost might
Earthen reckonings
Wing that sings
Over the rooftops
Night kissed flight
Day dream bright
The feathers a path of clues
Withered chains to lose
Twirl me slow
Through the waking tides
Peace blossoms
Horseman rides
Multiply where he divides
Our bosoms anchors
Feet strike three
The Dawn strikes at six
We sing low
Humming birds
Inside there is a soft glow
Expanding in bricks
Reading of the poem:

Pequeña – La Milonga del Treno
Desde el Alma – La Milonga del Treno
Tu pálida voz – La Milonga del Treno