I give you this day.

A spherical infinite view

Of colored rose petals on the water.

The slow scintillating sun on

Shimmering silver wings of

Desperate fallen angels.

The beat of my heart.

I give you this day,

And the finite number of infinite

Moments that engulf its being.

The resonant tremble of my

Memories of you. The seeing

Of my arrested emotions.

A day with only five seconds

To remember, and an eternity

To live through.

A day of soft sipping

Helados de nieve among the

Slumbering plaza benches

Covered in bougainvilleas.

A day as infinite as a child’s imagination.

The color of the air scented

With the morning breezes of life;

The smell of the morning fog

As it rumbles down the street;

Morning bread, clip-clop of

The horses, unending flapping

Of wings, songs of yellow-blue

Canaries on the backs of darkened

Earth-bound clouds, fresh carnations

And frozen dew drops on your eyes.

I give you the ever-ending moments

Which linger far beyond their life

And die giving all to this day;

This cover of sunshine, closed eyes

Among the crowds, serenity among

The hustle of bodies in the rain,

I give you the routinely elegant

Escape of the day, the predictable

Hope of thirst for everlasting

Raindrops on your tongue.

I give you this day covered

In the sumptuous assertion

Of life itself, the blink of eyes

Which transforms our worlds

In unspoken instances without

Order, the smiles that wash

Our beings into the rivers

Of our unpredictable

Destinies, caramel.

I give you this day

And the sweetness of itself,

The bitterness of itself,

The joy of itself,

The self of itself,

The drunken mumble of

Itself in laughter.

I give you a day

Of chamomile sips.

This one day of days.

This one luminous

Receptacle of a year’s

Worth of life, this one day;

I give you this life.

Good night sun,

Good morning moon.

I give you this day.