i once read a poem
about a siren call
during the night

so as i laid in bed
i stretched my senses
waiting for a sound

would i hear...

stars colliding
imploding on themselves

comets flying
their icy tails crackling

asteroids flying
rotating each other

or will i hear nothing
just silence
from a quite void.



© Sofia Villagrana 2020

As you lay asleep-I recount each word, every
sound and syllable,
I memorize them;

and despite my plans I still spill out
over these words
and all across my page, that
As you lay asleep-
I am left to my imagination
and in a failure
or another life,  
rhyme and rhythm
take priority,
and
my imagination settles.

as you lay asleep, I wonder

then regret.