Chanting for the Real You
“en las Mañanitas”
I want to serenade you in dark hours
Before the dawn. Our little town will be
The place of love, the place of songs and powers
Of poetry. My lungs will make the plea
Because my heart is paralyzed with fear.
The miracle is that I still can live
And sing despite this painful numbness. A smear
Of death is what it is till I can give
Throat’s music to your sleepiness. Wake
Your ears to new creations. Wake your eyes
To look up from your bed. Let earthquakes shake
Your beauty and your sloth to love’s surprise.
..Let earthquakes that are tremors take away
Your sleep and wake you to the singing day.