Song of the 1000s

i want to breathe to you 1000 streams of light

so that your heart is satiated

with the purest love of a newborn child

when trust and respect are pieces of me

bequeathed to you without preoccupation of return

or the sad hope that you will love me too

i want to feed to you 1000 waves of sound

and songs from a soul uncovered by darkness

with a new face to finally confront the born world

new hands to strum for your rays of light

or honey, sugar, and nectarines to edify

the construction of us and the future chaotic humble

i want to defecate from you the 1000 years of doubt

the festering blackness left to you before birth

and the moves to and from without your soul

a home never found just searching for warmth

and the men and children and who knows why

the internal cyclone of your wounds circling and circling

i want to see for you 1000 fields

of tobacco, sugarcane, sunflowers, and passion fruit

diving in with my mind and photographing the sounds

of the wind drifting through the valley of your body

the eyes of a lifetime drenching the greenery

the plans of joy running on to the sun

i want to hear for you the wind of a 1000 birds in flight

and take flight with your svelt soul

sailing over the earth and urban soil