to what you see.
Fix your eyes
on what you
hear.
Do you taste
the backward syncopation
of
your life's choreography?
Does the primeval perfume of the sea
wash over you
does the acrid taste
of
of a single rose petal dropping to earth
move you?
Feel the stars on your fingertips
and
shine light years
on
someone's life.
Dedicated to my mother
Grace
long gone
but who loves me still
beyond
the light years of time.
Fix your eyes
on what you
hear.
Do you taste
the backward syncopation
of
your life's choreography?
 |
| anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord |
Does the primeval perfume of the sea
wash over you
does the acrid taste
of
of a single rose petal dropping to earth
move you?
Feel the stars on your fingertips
 |
| anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord |
and
shine light years
on
someone's life.
Dedicated to my mother
Grace
long gone
but who loves me still
beyond
the light years of time.
