Vision of Love Like a hand-me-down sweater Love fits me better The more my heart grows I can feel it speaking Leaking out my pours like salty sweat It spreads like wild fire or a common cold Soul to soul Bold enough to get in my face Beam into my being Embrace dark place by dark place It traces me back to my bare beginnings Before I was sinning Before I was winning or losing Before I was choosing Between life or death Before I was left Stretched between different missions I have a vision of love Chasing me home Inside my own bones Where I can hold That half-naked born-faded baby boy Playing hide-and-seek In the neighborhood cemetery Deep in my heart Where love is buried. -Daniel Cacho