wait for peace
Wait for the sun; let it tan your soft skin.
Wait for the moon; let it deceive your eyes.
Wait for your lips to touch mine.
Sleep, drift into oblivion, let your soul diminish.
Listen to the wind call your name.
Can you hear it?
The breeze blows through your beautiful hair.
Reach for the stars my pretty child,
Let them touch your delicate hands.
The grass grazes your feet as you step closer,
To your deathbed.
For your life is a dream
And I am your conscience.
-Arturo Unzueta