El Búho - Blanco White

In the night I hear them

call, Move in the dark, their

shapes unfold, In these eyes I

quiver, darker still In closed doors.

Don’t speak like you were there,

One is here, I feel

its stare Rumoured still,

and hidden by the sightless

Who have seen.

If I lay my head down, Don’t

blame the light’s power, Or those

who claimed it from me.

This time I’m torn, please wake

me if I lose that face.

Search in

these eyes.

There’s still fire in the

darkness And rooms of light.

Still I dream in greens and

blues, Days that break and skies

that move, Memory’s eyes that

quiver, Bound in spheres of milk

and glass.

Don’t speak like you

were there, One is here, I feel its

stare Rumoured still, and hidden

by the sightless Who have seen.

If I lay my head down, Don’t

blame the light’s power, Or those

who claimed it from me.

This time I’m torn, please wake

me if I lose that face.

Search in

these eyes.

There’s still fire in the

darkness And rooms of light.