Month: August 2015

Wealth

Beyond my wildest despair

My daydreams

My waking nights

Are rolled into one

To be cherished

To be free again of virtue

My one lasting wish

That dies slowly each night

Undoubtedly you fall

Tenderly, as each star enfolds

Around you

Before you

While I watch

Sometimes I begin to pray

Hoping, awaiting

No words left to utter

No promises left to say

-Jennifer Barajas

Even loving

Beyond all reason

Will have its own time to spare.

So if this is my virtue

If I somehow know how to keep

There is no need to worry these nights

Where I still find

Listlessness in sleep

I’ve learned- not born to be careless

Every gesture

Cautiously prepared

Still I meet with anxiety

As if I still owed

Some tremendous debt

To its awkward diligence

And its prosperous fate

-Jennifer Barajas