To Mare de Lis (Poem)

To Mare de Lis

The night runs silently

behind my windows.

I stare at my ceiling,

eyes wide,

feet fiddling.

I am thinking of you.

Are you sleeping?

I wonder.

What do you sleep about?

Do you sleep in pastels

and canvas and acrylic?

Do you sleep in brushes

and colors and white lilies?

Do you dream at all?

Do I take a peek at

 your dreams.

Me?

I dream of stars and travels.

Of children that where never mine.

Picket fences, moonlights

at la Puerta del Sol.

My pen besides your brush.

I dream of you.

I am thinking of you.

In my head

visions form anew.

That amazing expression of

pleasure and delight

you unwittingly call your smile

is forever burnt in my mind.

And your eyes...

I close my eyes and I see

flashes of you and me.

(2001)