Laura de Jesus

 

Beloved Ancestors

Autumn nostalgia is

a memory of the heart

The leaf falls to the ground

the color of the eye falls,

The hair, the seal

Your name falls

In the time of oblivion

It falls hard, the rain

and outside, the wind,

the dancing of the trees,

with amazement, 

a ball of yarn,

the storms bring

Rejoicing in the Afterlife

After, then

There were four

today not two

I'll leave it at that

Self-absorbed

And I delight in this veil

that unveils

what's hidden.

I unveil

the nakedness of my

In the permanent smile

Of those who are gone

Staying on me

And my eyes

are washed

Through the storms

Ancestors

There's never two 

equal beings.

while they 

They looked at the present

My eyes rested

in the absent.

and behold, the absent one 

Stormy

And behold, my gaze

He wasn't even bothered

Bows and hugs

I leave you

And in my footsteps

you will be eternal 

workarounds,

motivation, pebbles and

The Food of the Soul

At this time when

you have me,

In this time 

Called Now