WRITTEN UNDER A DOSE OF OXYGEN
They travel light years
like majestic spears insued
the power of their trace
is in the child´s intimate imagination
from alphabets to dreams
all clear now, the end is near
and the cloud ballets mingle...
like great sheets of white iron
almost silver in blinding sight
and, convincing truth
the heads of these arrows
arrived to stay dormant
until fantasy and reality regained
will come to appear perilously.
We are here next to the light opened.
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written in California Norte, Caracas, Venezuela copyright 10/2/2009 by Carlos Mijares Poyer
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