Chicano Poet

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Until The Next Teardrop Falls

I can’t wander there
and you can’t wander there
though we’re only separated by the air.

I could reach up and touch your face,
you could reach down and touch my face
if God had any grace.

We’re not separated by much,
there’s no distance, dawn or spear
between those we hold dear.

But I can’t wander here
and you can’t wander here
though we’re only separated by a tear.


At 2:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem Reyes, simple yet surprisingly sophisticated. Brought tears to my eyes. Cheers, Ivan

At 12:21 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Ivan.As you can probably tell this poem and Ferry Across The Mersey are about my mother.Got the idea for it while listening to the Gerry and the Pacemakers song.

At 12:14 PM, Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Beautiful. Love it, Reyes.

Have a fantastic year.

At 12:48 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Lorna.I hope the snow has been nice to you.


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