unfurled
luminescent
flags
waving
in surrender
to the night
or
is it really day
there’s no way
of knowing
what is folded
into dreams
what is this state
we call being
awake
when we take
hold of the string of our kite
and fly
our dreams right
with purpose
and direction
envisioned
our reality
whether
we walk
in a dream
or are awake
is softened
molten red
lakes of fire
are crossed
just as sure
as the calm
azure ones are
it’s a matter of
your stars
your wires
crossed or
untied
are you
smoothed feathered
or caught up
in what you fear
believe
time melts
into cracks
or moments
become
eternities
journeys
with return
tickets
canceled or
postponed
©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2010
Dockside Dreams
a painting by Walfrido Garcia
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