Ears shall hear, but do they listenEyes shall see, but do they find
Clouds churn in torment
For it is love that yearns for the heartA candle burns from the start.But dreams wither apart.A team shouts quits-cries…
A morning prayer, his mellow whisper. His smile is as young as he. Freckles in the sand, muffin in his hand. A gait, a zest, a cuddly…
You are the hand I want to hold.You are the sunset I want to mold.For a gentle caress whispers melodies in the soul.
Amid heaven’s twilight, it softly shines-embraced among the gentle sky.
Behold her stars and stripes, forever in hand
Blue waters reflect the sunshine
Fuente Raices (“Roots Fountain”) is a poem about a fountain in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.