Cruising in the skies of Yuma

Today chant from the skies of Yuma
surfing waves of clouds
and raising my eyes to heaven,
is the amplitude of an area
that keeps your memories as white cotton,
grown in heavenly springs.
Here deployment winds besos
mourning the absence of your hands brunette,
and color your eyes rain
stars illuminate my soul.
Besa,
kissing women here in my absence,
Besa
the light that illuminates my arrival
to that track that opens their fields,
for me to land as a gift
lost in the rain hugging
that you are born in winter of love.

Negor Len