A poem I wrote

Sit still.
Let your mind
fly through the sky
and come back
colored by the
pinks and violets
and oranges
and the gentle yellow
and golden
that reign the sky
at about 5:34 pm
of a Monday
in December.

Let your smile explain your thoughts.
Let the wind
expand your wings
and let your heart
bit a bit faster.

Feel this life.

Fill this life
with every flavor you can try
with every language you can listen to
and try to understand
with every mountain you can climb
with every sunset you can watch
with every hug you can receive
and every kiss you can steal.

Every minute
goes by faster
as our time runs out.
This hour of ours
has left us wishing
for one more second
one more kiss
one more smile.

BEGutierrez
Jan. 5, 2006