Heart’s Ornament

by David Andrés Alíx


Even in dreams we

Do not see each other

If we do our face is

Turned away

If in the same place

We do not seek to see

We would rather sleep

Within our slumber

Perhaps our minds

Are taking cover

From dreaded madness

Accustoming our souls

Lessening the sadness

Slowly remembering

How to enjoy

A giant Super Moon

A walk on the beach

In the afternoon

Without the ornament

That bedecked frail ventricles