Late, morning's sun,
Beats, hot upon me,
A gentle breeze, in the air,
Nothing is far from me.

Gazing far away,
Towards, the horizon's way,
Knowing and praying,
In your arms, I'll be someday.

May I, be cursed,
As I, hear your gentle sobs,
Of a sad moment,
We rarely have.

Sleep this night,
Won't come my way,
Your sobbing, lingers in my mind,
Keeping me awake,
As I lay, here in deep pain.

Suffering,
From an aching heart,
My ears, have heard,
Your gentle sobs.

How cruel,
Could I, have been?
To cause, the one I love,
To sob alone, without a dream.

You know,
I'll be with you,
That,
One, someday.

By William Bonilla.....12/14/02