Noche, Aye, Noche

A Poem by ambur

Something about the night screams: olvidado.

The rustling accentuates your frozen limbs--

Captures the new moon, invisible in the heavens.

The ground, permissibly solid, encouragingly fearful--

Something about your voice, it screams: me siento

And the abstract turns into a concrete night

Touching your silent, reluctant breathing.

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Added on July 28, 2011
Last Updated on July 28, 2011

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