Colors they rise in the sky, upon your silky smile.
Across the land a call will be heard and minds may heed;
Abandoned they be, but may be found again.
In gardens where things grow,
Pictures of a thousand colours we may heed once more.

And a thousand hearts will rejoice when they see your colours
And a thousand more will come, unto the night and light of day.
Allegiances swayed and dust to the wind may be blown;
But your smile it shall remain,
Undimmed and unscathed through the awakenings and falls of a thousand suns.

Eyes ever watchful shall halt and pay heed.
Desire to return shall part them;
Though they may be bent and folded in unnatural forms,
They shall heed,
And though they be on the Earth they shall rejoice.

Author:  Octavio Espinosa

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