Michael Aguilar lives and writes in southern California.

We Come Running
By Michael Aguilar

Kisses of silver sparkles wishing me sunsets.
Embraces of brighter linings forming the mindset
Thinking in the clouds and singing on the ground.
Resonating, we come running toward the sound.
Patience reached the love I’ve been dying for.
Drive brought the high the passion’s been trying for.
Never passed cold roads to get there
Because music is a warm path, in the sky, set there.