Mirador

Mirador



Moon over mirador

Tower in the sky

Pointing to heaven

The question is why

Is it to angels

That circle your spires

Or into the thunder

Of heavenly choirs

Is it to break up

This painting called life

Displaying the windows

Where there sits a wife

Just made out of iron

And chiselled from stone

Your pointing, to me

Says I’m almost home

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