Afternoon

Amber,

Little birds,

In equal flight,

Welcome the closing skies.

And, your skin remains the same.

And, your eyes remain the same.

With everyday we change.

With closing eyes,

We welcome these amber skies.

Holding my eyes,

Listen to the birds.

They sing to these amber skies.

They sing to you.

Hoping,

For, you and I,

To remain within this picture.

 

- Alejandro Bonfil

View alejandrobonfil's Full Portfolio