As you dream;
I watch you drift into the skies.
Gliding in the clouds I see your wings.
You are flying away into El Paraiso.
I watch your adult self evolving in my dreams…
Beauty so deep. Driven inspiration afloat.
In your eyes, glittering success and down by the lake I see your reflection so clear and pure…
Youth so well preserved;
skin so soft, hazel crystal eyes of jewels that reproduces your beauty across the land…
It’s not enough, the refection of your grown self.
Would this be you some day…?
Your paradise intertwined with my Garden of Metamorphosis.
Our hands touch;
you held me tightly, never let me go.
Protect me just like your abuelito Tico and your father has.
Never silences the beauty of Las Mariposas…
I awoke and I hear your cries.
Your baby smile;
enlightenment, curiosity, observant.
You my child may not have seen yourself in my dreams.
I know you’ll be alright…