Fly down my love,
Far from the sky I see.
It is you who has always belonged with me.
Two worlds divided
One love united,
But not without our faith,
Not without a candle lit,
A photo placed,
Memories filling the empty space.
Your shell is near,
But where are you?
Your bones I feel,
But where are you?
I will be here,
Waiting for the sun to die,
And for Luna to shine her light.
I will be here,
Waiting.
At last, I feel you here.
For one night a year,
You are here.
Finally my love, we are here.
YOU ARE READING
one night a year
Poéziathis poem is an ode to dia de los muertos. told in the perspective of a person who has lost their lover, it shows the impact and meaning of the celebration.
