Author • Poetry in motion • Visual art

Heights on blue skies,
Distance of a concrete wall
It was falling like a leaf from the tree,

Finding ways not to crash
With your eyes,
22 degrees and lower tonight

My eyes can’t rest from 10pm until 3am
Where my soul is listening aloud,
And you’re trying to enter my heart

Detaching from the penumbra 
I can see him through 
Oh, under my skin, 

Until 3am, I am yours
Absolution is the word for both
Daydreaming our sentiments

But my heart is broken
Oh, it’s a sweet drama 
Beyond a bliss 

When the aloft is extended 
Until 3am, I am yours
And we are going rekindle this love

Until 3am,
I listen to you
Eh eh, you listen to me

Glenda Soto-Gomez ©️

Until 3am