THE
SISTER(Sestina)
She told me she loved the color red,
Like the roses in her garden
By the sea
Where foam and rain
Fell on her head, my ephemeral sister
Lost in dreams.
That’s how she was so full of dreams
veiled in red,
My darling sister
And her garden,
Dreaming up happy rain
And wild stories from the sea
That passing sailors gave the sea.
Her sinking dreams
Combed her hair with clouds and rain,
Running freely wearing red
Carnations to her garden,
Where sweet bright flowers dressed my
sister
My youngest sister
a quiet sea,
Growing distant in her garden,
Fading dreams
Her ribbons painted red
Calling death to bring some rain.
That whispers between wind and rain
to my sister
And the color red,
Our lost home is this sea
Alive in dreams
Her daises from a made up garden
One small garden,
That once welcomed winter rain
To her bosom and my dreams
Full of whispers for my sister
All dressed in red.
Its time to write of my sister and the sea
Rain kissing her garden grave all in red,
Forever dancing in my dreams…
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