From Ernesto Vargas Rueda


Every once in a while
elements plot
in the steam
of someone’s sight.

And there grows something so fragile
that it becomes transparent.

It is so transparent
that one can take a deep glance.

An in the depths it is white…
so white
that it’s simply pure.

Every once in a while
throw your heart
to the sky,
a dream
could be
ready to condense.

© Ernesto Vargas Rueda

3 thoughts on “From Ernesto Vargas Rueda”

  1. Junetta Gillespie avatar Junetta Gillespie says:

    Lovely poem; without stating its subject directly, it conjures up the cloud spirits.

  2. prerrana says:

    what a beautiful song.

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