You,
Who blow the wind
Catching lightning's
In your dreams
Eating creatures
From my stories
Catch the light
From fireflies
In my memories
To cloud the thinking
Of unholy little thoughts
Dancing freely
through the night
You,
Dreamer of stories
Bite the Golden Apple
Draw in the clear water
Challenge me
To a sword fight
In this almighty glory
Of eternity watching
Outside time and space
Our Little story
Midnight
Into this temple
Dawn through out the field
Singing to my perception
Eating the broken dreams
In this insomniac darkness
That shatters the lamb sleep
You,
Who never question
I
Who never forgets
Us
Writing walls
that never fall
All
That is this lecture
Those do not forget
Midnight
To you and I
Through seamless instants
Trap in my hands
Rooting my skin
Eating the night forever
You,
Who always listen
living in my silent scream
--William Rosado-Ocasio
