A window to my past (3rd Place, Voices Along the River. Antology 2007)
I wish I had a window where I could see the sun,
the moon, the sea and the forest.
In that window I would see you
I would say hello but you would not hear me
because you would be picking up flowers for me.
Exotic birds would make fragranced music
and blind butterflies would kiss you.
I would hear the music but also the silence of death.
I wish I had a window where I could see you
the way you were before your died,
always signing, always dancing.
I wish I had a window, any window;
it doesn’t matter if I couldn’t see the sky or the sea
as long as I could see you.