I hope for you the best version
Of your dreams of youth.
I hope for you to have caught all the stars
In the jar of thought.
I’m sure you filled with wisdom
your recollections of naivety.
I’m sure you’ve grown up in
the disease of
mortality.
I always wonder about the ways
of your smile to gather lights.
In the streets of uneasiness
I can’t help imagining you,
Perfecting that old habit
Of inhabiting
poetry and cups of liquid night
All of them, just at once.
I call for you only brilliant dawns;
Words to calm a thousand miles
drive, to find the stories once untold
By some ancient possessed tongue.
I send to you songs to say every
Forgetful thought
Not to leave until love is done.
I wrote to you in this hope,
For letting
me know if all I’ve said
Is but castles in the sky.
Or just more than meets the eye.