Sleep is pulling down my eyelids.

I’m out of my work room. Seating by this small table and lamp.

My guitar is at my right side. Looking beautiful. Perfect. Its curves

are roads to an infinity of songs. I know two or three. That’s all right.

I can always learn another one. Better, I can make up one of my own.

My eyes are as sharp as when I was born. Could see nothing.

I thank you for your time for reading the above.

Sincerely.

Ernesto Onofre