stto-ana

I couldn’t anticipate your light In the declaration of your ashes, As I looked away... Freedom called between the distance trees And children on their way back home from school In crowded streets I felt the same from your atonement Didn’t ask why the brief reflection Didn’t show me as a real person... I wondered beyond the years In tracks of time, Impressible days and winters spent Still listening for the sound of your voice... I could see the memory An old reaction on my face Of words I really meant to say... I could not embrace that helpless part of me That knows no human... The compassionate beat in my h