The Arrival Carlos E. Mijares Poyer In the sky the winged arrows swing in peers of lightthe anemone delights a one-tone rainbow as fallen in the deepest of blue oceans. I do see you comingfar away, sparrows cajole trees and imaginings in a home a candle-light suffers time and the arrival of new beginnings. Lately, as it seems one has commenced rituals and foreseen desires and world theatres I can not begin to impress a thing as my own link to that which has been and approaches, softly... Not even the subtle movement of air-as-rain comprehends the careful tenements of this end or its quiet advance The wind carries the same elements untouched by fingers or eyes and the dream conjures it always interprets and conjures/.../
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