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you again in my dreams | telling me you still love me | sorry you’re gone
purple dawn leaks through | sleep soaked curtains covering | night frosted windows
shattered illusions | no way out imagining | lost is sometimes found
doors open and close | for us daily - most times | without our knowledge
racing sky river | clouds a riptide of currents | flowing in blue air
tiny sigh of breeze | the wind picks up on the wings | of new things to come
purples skies give way | to a new day waking | red cardinals fly
Lake Michigan | ocean of a lake breaking | my childhood heart
for you're just waiting to die | no joy for future | is no way to live
these doors | deceiving of reason | why we enter
doors to other worlds | where we live fantastic lives | real or imagined
red moon eclipse | ellipsis to words I’ve missed | saying I love you
blue are we that feel | how the past casts long shadows on | our present days
Grandmother’s twinkle | her eyes from the other side | helps heal us, our world
prayers for cool rain | to wash away the fire | of heat without end
fireflies welcome me | back to my childhood | balmy night freedom
feel with your heart | what your head cannot say | love is the answer
the memories of you | fleeting and fading | back into the past
was hazy all day | our Bay Area praying | for more summer
ripe corn moon | sends you a kiss before sleep | while wishing on stars
sure enough their tough | cactus blooms and prickly pears | but tender at heart
morning gloom in gray | sun still not up for a fight | smiles must suffice
may cooling waters | refresh the people’s spirits | heal burning brush-lands
flowery words fly | out the mouth instead of dread | something good to say
when you shoot the messengers | voices continue | their truth does not fade
this mud earth-water | a swirling of life | una mescla sagrada
copper teeth of wind | electric scent after lightning | biting the sun
wind’s first breath so sweet | sweeps into our new bodies | to waken us fresh |
breathed deep after the long sleep | keeps us safe ‘til we go home
green lizard heart | red in his swelling throat | croaking out a call
our poems called songs | our words flowers sent skyward | arrows to sow love
estranged arrangements | trying to keep harmony | alive in our hearts
©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2011
