The Little Warrior

                                                                     To Sammy Ed Espada Jr.

The little elephant

Is playing the trumpet

The waking hour

At the window’s knocking.

The happy elephant

At the merry morning

With the little warrior

Are the triumphant story.

There was a hero

From the land of fairies

A little boy and

His tiny elephant.

They both together

Fought as great soldiers

In the battlefield

Where unicorns roam;

The bow prepared

On shoulder ready

A bag of arrows

Of light and blessings;

A sword of miracles

A shield of prayers

The wonder warrior,

The tiny elephant

Marched down to war

Came back with glory.

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Return

Have you ever heard a whisper

in between your dreams

like in the middle of the mist

something unknown

something unseen

cracking up the silence

within your sleep?

Have you?

Try to remember

back in time

and you will find,

you will see

That it was me.

It was I

when we were one at once

facing each other

like the sun to the moon

like the evening to the dawn

like the night to the day...

We were both

and we were one

like a mirror to each other;

identical water drops

descending in a fall

to the cascade of this life

and in the water

we were absorbed

and we were lost.

We passed through rivers

We were at the ocean floor,

Looking for each other

Meeting many souls,

And we wanted to travel

As far as to the sun

To the galaxies and go beyond

And we invented in eternity

For each one of us

Water pumps of soap

To go floating

Through the Universe

As childlike souls,

Forever young.

Because You and I

Were destined

To this return!

augusto poderes Copyright April 2008