Beatriz Alba del Rio

Photo by Janice Raynor

O my adoptive brother! 

come rest with me
here in the silenced wings
where the boisterous stories
of our friendship becomes
only an anecdote.
i have grown small
living this trail of tears
when our classmate died of cancer,
i have grown big
romancing the earth we danced
the day i was your best mate
so many dreams dreamt
so many realities drowning
the sketched paths of  our imagination.
it was so magnificent before
like a spiral of fire edging
the bruises of nostalgia,
the goddesses and gods
trekking the paths to Nirvana.
come walk beside me
while we forget what we expected
and accept what is.