Cecilia Martinez-Gil

Once upon a time
there was no wind
the air felt like motionless life
and gravity was a theory based on danceless leaves
falling on the streets of lost cities.

Yesterday
I kissed my dream
dancing to bestow a soul into my white dress
while the tolls of my bell-shaped skirt
created the wind to brush my feathered arms.
Yesterday I did not fall,
If only yesterday had stayed just a few more hours,
I wouldn't have fallen today,
and tomorrow would be the shelter,
the promising realm illuminated by the beam of a lighthouse.

Midnight of silence and dim lights surprise me sleepless and bruised.
The moon had spanned up from the sea to hide behind the clouds,
showing the restless dance of Earth around the sun.
The sky seemed a never-ending darkness with clever brilliances
fluttering in the air.

I fell asleep
a walking Alice conceiving a porcelain doll
seeking the realm unthinkable
searching for the breeder of unflawed dreams.
The kiss awaiting me as upshot of substances,
'cause I know about the hope of the drifted navigator
who reaches to read the creeds written on the sky.