The Urgent Letter
Jen de la Osa, Henry Beguiristain
Time up here is touch and go
Fireflies my only glow
Pen and paper on my knees
This is no apology
The taste of dirt and sound of waves
Crashing through my brain
This respite, I only know
When I feel this arbor grow
Like the jasmine butterfly
Sits beneath the sun
Woke up under the same sky
Broken bottle by my side
Further up a line of lights
Clip the wings off of my flight
Knowing that they will succeed
I approach my enemy
Pen to paper, heart in hand
Now my legs--they try to stand
Like the jasmine butterfly
Sits beneath the sun
Redelivered to uncertainty
When this urgent letter betrays me
Like the jasmine butterfly
Sits beneath the sun
Redelivered to uncertainty
When this urgent letter betrays me