Innumerable Rays

Her hair was just as gold 

As the flowers she picked.

Middle of summer, everything

In full bloom.

Her first kiss was not far off

From these fields.

The nighttime reverie

Chasing fireflies and 

Giggling into the arms of someone

She would love.

Her mother loved yellow

For the way everything

Reflected in a glorious light

From its shadow.

She too, had this effect

Basking everyone in love.

Painting by Hugo Benitez.