old as mountains | their love across the ages | steady as beats of hearts
traveling with wings | fueled by waking-dream voices | on prayers and hope
sometimes dreams wiser | than waking up to the pain | of this everyday
seawater escapes | the beaches of her ocean | eyes and round her cheeks
blocking the flow | don't want you but won't let you go | time to say so long
ancient bones heavy | in the living my-story | that walk strong in him
the star he gave her | the fifth planet from the sun | brightest in the sky | left of the tympani moon | so she'll never forget him
she will never raise | theirs who was sacrificed | a story not hers | to fashion in this lifetime | spirit tossed back to heaven
imagine-nation | a world without war and hate | dream it so
the day she was born | they planted one hundred trees | to flower into love
she made him feel | crazy and tender in ways | he’d not felt ever
we all have vicious | it can snap and hurt someone | a small part of us
she feels heavy weight | stuck in a sadness deep place | where slow magma seeps | fills up all vacant spaces | all the path with shouts and wails
people like to talk | her name tastes good on their lips | tongues sharp as razors
we bring our hearts' strings | and all the tenderest parts | to your feet to be blessed
days that mark the end | times we thought would never | may we remember | original instructions | given to our peoples
you go on dreaming | despite all obstacles | wake up to your truth
right at dawn | when the air smells newly born | women sing children awake
poets of heart | tell truths that are lies only to | dream a new future
she is but a dream | breezes through your life from time | and like Spring thunderstorms | on occasions upsets | best just embrace gifts given
drive by King's Ranch | reminds how much was taken | a world that belonged | to itself free and alive | before towns and cities cloned
flying I go | flying I return | for as long as there are wings ✿
darkmoon woman | gifts invisibility | to the shape shifters | who know that time is nearer | than anyone ever thought
when we least expect | there is a way that our hope | can move obstacles | our activism makes change | our love changes us for better
nine months while she gestated her | she ate sardines | wee one was born fish | daughter of deepest ocean | blue child come to change the world
she learned the seed songs | sang these life-vine prayers | we are green shoots born | connected to the mother | her brown hands deep in red earth
shadows rise up | they dance around at the sound | of your sweet sweet voice
cawing of crows moon | signals the end of winter | o'er snow covered nests
his thick skin on hers | as if they were one | as if it were yesterday |
to hold them together | forever in a life grip
waxy moon lost | in fog-out gray flannel night | for hibernation
you go back home | to that place that still holds you | in that red womb that birthed all | place of mesquite's outstretched arms | forever you blue bonnets
trees speak quietly | they channel loved ones voices | whispers in the breeze
poems © 2015 Odilia Galván Rodríguez.
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