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
A Dead Language 