Her Alejandro

The hands of time are cruel. Ask her.

He comes from heaven

to visit her in dreams,

with his thick mane flowing

and a sparkle in his eyes,

just like the first time

their lips met.

 

“Everything is peace and love”

he tells her, gently.

“The light is soft and quiet.”

His face glows brightly

with a smile to

pierce her darkness.

 

“I’m happy,” he tells her.

“It’s soft and warm,

with plenty for all.”

Well, he does mention

her mother’s cooking.

He misses it a lot.

 

He’s wearing the

bright green button down

She bought him for his birthday.

Not the yellow one.

It’s still stuck to the oak

with sweat and blood.

 

“Will you stay there?”

She asks him.

“Or will they make you

Be reborn?”

“I don’t know yet,”

He answers.

 

Oh, please let him stay!

 

His hundred days

is coming soon,

with a feast for all

and recipes from home -

Cambodia.

Her mother’s cooking.

 

The oak stands in the meadow

with its fairy bell attached.

The tree that stopped

his motion

on the day

he took to flight.