Morir Es Como Sonar

Morir Es Como Sonar


She appeared to me in a dream, to redeem her vagabond spirit.

Her thoughts chase corridors,leaving folklores

on mahogany carpet. Hints of thumbprints on windows,

painting surrealism.


I must touch her angelic skin,to savor the miracle of faith.

I must hear her speak,to know I am not in Death's slumber.

Vivian, Oh how you were ubiquitous in life's fervor!

How you danced to the supple rhythm of the Riviera.


Your stride full of buoyancy, yet plagued with afterthoughts

of vibrant love affairs.


2004. By Jessica Rae Cortez.

Jessica Cortez