Author • Poetry in motion • Visual art

Remembering your wet green eyes,

When they called me

to come closer to you

between distant universes,

Close was the love we felt for each other,

Imagining every part of us

like an artist

captures every detail in his masterpiece,

My work and muse was you,

Remembering those passionate nights

between the two of us,

Encounters that we did not know

if they would materialize over time,

Because ours was just images

between your mind and my body,

Oh my beloved Knight of time,

As you wait for ours to come to fruition,

I hope that from the vision

reality touches me with your fingers,

and I can kiss your lips

like you did in my dreams.







A painting I made long ago. The man near the window.

© Glenda Soto-Gomez