1. Awake while the night sleeps in my eyelids,
And words sleep in the echo of silence.

2. The wind recalls desires that have passed,
A necklace of rubies, stones, and a cup.

3. In the path of memories, her birds twittered
A burning whisper and paired laments.

4. It fills her, fills her: yearning
Or nostalgia that sears the joints of bones.

5. He said in her dark stable: I am
Who I am, O you, O this crowd!

6. You carry me to the planets of years, you
Call me from afar, peace!

7. You’ve collared me with remnants of yourself
That have not yet found their bone steeds.

8. And folded me in your mirrors, visions
Sweet that were once bitter adversities.

9. And poured me with your eyes torrents
That paddled their arrows toward my dunes.

10. You thrilled me...kept me awake...and folded
In the soul’s registry the echoes of turtle doves.

11. It’s a world made of remnants that crumbled,
And an outlook to the coming, hostile future.

12. So the orbits of this earthly life revolved
In the night’s orbit intermingled mixtures.

13. One night alone wore
From the nights of a lifetime a thousand years in it.

14. Is a lifetime anything but a slumbering night
Or but a night that passed like a predator?

15. Dawn might remain a suckling child
Teething on the breast of weaning.

16. It rolled in the promise of ruins, rolling
The moment it suckled the milk of passion.

17. Then the light bursts within us like the
First lisping...glittering sparks.

18. It sows days in the sands that flowed
In the veins of night, pillars of darkness.

19. Awake while the night sleeps in my eyelids,
Clothing itself from my blood in an unsheathed sword.

20. From my fervent blood, no rose petal sprayed
To fill our rhyming mouths, debris.

21. To fill this flat land of our absence,
To fill the bosoms of captives in tents.

22. Time will charge from it fully armed,
Horses will counter the darkness at dawn.

23. Tomorrow will knot the maiden’s tress,
Will quench the thirst with a sword’s drink.

24. On that day, may your slumbering eyelid rejoice
In the catnap of a babe and the dreams of a pigeon.

25. Awake while the silence of sleep slaughters him
What of him?! He dragged the word knife

26. He etched in the water of a vein an etching
That nearly awakened the breaths of archers

27. Maybe your awakening will revive me
And the praising of clouds may do away with me