I Still Burn
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Times remember older sands older bark
Older ceram
Remembering the subtle nurture of young roads
Young everything
I was so young and so young was the fire to hold you
So young and in the largest way
I still, every day, every noon sun
I still know
I still carry far away my sight
I still burn
I still scream your name
I still stand utop my mother’s trees and beg to fly
Are you to ashine we will brince
And endlessly soar
