Valencia

i promise
her my return
so upon evening's dimming glow
she turns
and the first fog silks the city
blanketing
night's rest

before she fades
and i return to valencia
i look into her eyes
and implore time to forgive my absence
i must leave
but
she tells me:
"they play their music in mirrors
the little ones
who will one day regret their reflection
but today
they reach out to touch their hollowed image
and
recreate the child before them
someday you will return
i will be here
when you are ready"