I wish there were a song in existence
Or perhaps a poem
Or someone’s fictional or even biographical tale of the places where I roam
I can not be alone
In this enlightenment

Garnered from the abandonment of believing Love was happening ImageGen

The word has no definition to describe “its” occurrences

Such as bursting bubbles from within their oxygen
In retrospect you forgive naviety’s innocence
Bliss is the victim when you must awake
From euphoric dream states

I wish I knew the format in which to put these thoughts
Feelings of the heart make the mind pump
While my blood flows through the body I strengthen, the hands of time battle against wants
Every day it’s now or never so each second must count

For months I lived with you in my mouth
Your name your taste your flesh your inspired flows would roll off my tongue
There’s a new meaning of “love” in town and we’re it’s government
We govern every feeling

To you I’m a joy to indulge in
To me a loving sin

Saints at Play

Without a true word to say

The End of illusion will always be a good day.


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.