Midnight Poem by Javier Falcon

An old wise man once came up to me,
telling me to keep the one I love in mind,
as the more I manage to think about them,
the easier their trip will become, to meet me.
Through rain or snow, sleet or hail, you will come.

And so every night I have had trouble sleeping,
as you sparkle your sweetness on my reality,
leaving me to want to stay awake every moment,
as there is no dream sweeter than being awake
and still being able to think of you.