I'm reminded

[iyindo]

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I wrote this a while back... and as I walked the gloom and autumnal fire of campus this morning, contemplating the epic tragedies I've been privy to in the last 24 hours, I was reminded of it again...

Line in the Snow

Julio te cuidó
lleno de miel
sunset coins;
nights were warm and you slept
with your palms
over your breast--
respiraban junto a ti.

Winter's frigidity surprised us all
pero vino más fuerte para ti.

Nubes formed inside your mind
llovieron por tus ojos
life bled its colors
you turned grey
petrified like stone skies

Your fragility surprised us all
pero te costó más a ti.

You drew the end of winter
con su dedo, un lápiz frágil
marcando la linea en la nieve.
You stepped over as the last wind whimpered;
stone left the sky to sit at your head.
Flowers can't give your colors back
nor July.

Ahora cuando mis ojos estudian el cielo
I wonder if the tardy sun's fingers
will fight as hard as I do
to touch your bones.

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[translation]

Line in the Snow

July took care of you
full of honey
sunset coins;
nights were warm and you slept
with your palms
over your breast--
breathing with you.

Winter's frigidity surprised us all
but it came more forcefully for you.

Clouds formed inside your mind
rained from your eyes
life bled its colors
and you turned grey
petrified like stone skies.

Your fragility surprised us all
but it cost more for you.

You drew the end of winter
with your finger, a fragile pencil
marking the line in the snow.
You stepped over as the last wind whimpered;
stone left the sky to sit at your head.
Flowers can't give your colors back
nor July.

Now, when my eyes study the heavens
I wonder if the tardy sun's fingers
will fight as hard as I do
to touch your bones.

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All my love, heart and support goes out to you -- you know who you are.

I wish you Peace.

Love,
Iyindo

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