Un Guerrero 2009

this wave 

i ride with you

strings and beads

of sweat, tears and blood

in this together

but havent seen each other

in what feels like

a murder of crows

ringing in my ears

like crunching snow 

pacing mixing with 

the dry leaves of yesterday

this burn

I cradle with you

birthing like the red hot tonali sun

as the memories of the smile

that shine from your lips...

and he pulls me back in 

with honey maple skin

and a promise that never

rises or sets

this love

I dance with you

tripping over big

shoe dreams 

like hiking

over slippery rocks

with intention deep in our pocket.

wouldnt turn back if I could

the rain is coming you would say.

white city stains

pining at the seams

of our little hearts dreams

in a room of stone and 

ancient future gracing us 

like a black and white film

spinning in infinity

from a matrix of 

black eyed dreads

this death

I dive with you

a reason to live

a reason to fight

a reason to hope

plant those seeds mama

and grow grow grow

as one vine in the 

voice of un guerrero