June
Amaya López-Carromero
Suddenly realized the disaster
Like blood in these arms, growing higher
You are the eye of the storm
The silent breath that I hold
And closer, cover me up
You ocean I'll be the shore
Have I been woken
Amongst the earth of dead bodies piled
That single second of you
The birds should have had my eyes
And fingers burn like oil lamps
And silence reigns, again
Outside the rain tried washing
The tempest tried to warn
But in your arms I'm blind and helpless
Beware of blanket promises
And childhood dreams that flash like curses
A part of us, did not awake