Waken by loving songs
The mockingbird brings home
As I stretch
Stetching, from east to west.

With your loneliness, still
On the edge of my dream
As if constanly, you were there
Just marking time
Deep in my mind.

Your lips forming words
For me to read
Arms reaching towards me
I am, my darling, in reality
Where I wish, not to be.

By the warmth, of your body
Is where I belong
Not here in the cold
As the winter is reciting
To me a song.

My sole desires
Are to hold you, in the sanctuary
Of my craving arms
Kiss your sensuous lips
And sing to you, a loving song.

By: William Bonilla
11/29/02