Sparkle

She's a sparkle
walking around
the deep street
of a sundown.

Recently selected
to represent the race
in front of faces
of other worlds.

She shines tonight
she's at the sky
she won't come down
but don't you cry.

She thinks of you
with special eyes
she sees in you
what you don't try.

Stop recalling
what could have been
she's not away
she can be seen.

Faces are fading
as you can sense
because of her
no present tense.

This time has stopped
for us to be delighted
by how she walks
she must be enlightened.

She has just returned
from a trip not known
everywhere she goes
is home.

AMARO EFTIMIO