© Acrylic by Diana HockingWith summer in full swing
The sacred dance is not by chance
A cool breeze of suave spark flowing.
Enchanting textures of my echoes
To articulate reminiscent of spiritual senses.
An instant to heat, a moment to ignite
And your tears become the only art.
They are falling upward into the sky
With love-stained tattered wings
To encounter the impermanence strike.
© Elías Lira - September 2006