Wide Open

My arms wide open
Under a solar flare
My eyes are burning
The skin looks so pale

I can hear the echo
Of my beating heart
Sounds like soft music
Somebody playing the harp

My eyes wide open
I can feel his grace
My feet are burning
About to be embraced

Fear runs through my spine
Warmth fills my body
My hair is standing up
Does this happen to everybody?

My eyes wide open
My knees bent all the way
My eyes are crying
I shall never be away

I hear a whisper
Smell of flowers in the air
I recognize this setting
It's the successor to the heir


Francesc Beltran

Copyright: Francisco Beltran, 2001