Kayren

By: robert santellana acosta

Green eyes like
Gulfs of clear, clean water
Somewhere to float near;
Lush islands; emerald serpents.

Vast treasures
Buried forever in
Smooth white sand
Warm in hands.

Transparent roses,
Sweet bird songs,
Ant bitten leaves,
Falling colors.

Lighted red faces
Breathing the same breaths,
Not counting time,
Only love.