He sits alone in that cushioned chair,
It nips his bones with love and care,
The pain his soles have held so dear,
Is slowly bleeding now through their heel.

But can you hear this weary man?
Can you feel his tired hand?
It drips the sweat it took from brow.
He slowly sighs; exhales a wow.

He dreamt one day the sun would shine.
Through the window. Through the pine.
Lay a kiss upon his cheek.
Not too subtle. Not too bleak.

Misty fingers running through his scalp.
A familiar kiss upon his mouth.
He feels a lift and up he goes.
Drifting slow on clouds of gold.

Could you hear the wondrous love?
From she who smiled from up above?
Could you see the rain in trance?
As a new old love starts to dance.

-J.Cruz Hernandez