Despierta, alma mía, despierta
que larga es la noche soñolienta.
Fugaz es el tiempo
Si tarda la obra.
Ven de mañana a
saborear delicias,
trabajar tu viña.
Gozar de Mi amor.
Ven, amada ven.
No suspires con lo de ayer.
La noche es corta.
El alba se aproxima.
(written after taking a shower)
2 comments:
Very thoughtful...the metaphor of la viña was a big clue. It was the moment of epiphany for me (light bulb in my head switched on)
yeah, i always write my poems revolving the song of songs. you should read it.
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