A TIME GONE BY
In the same room of the same house where they once held hands, kissed, and daydreamed; in the same room, in the same house where they once cried, screamed, and shattered vases. Their backs turned to one another, their backs turned to the front door; no sunshine peeking through the windows, wishing stars all thrown about, upon them they are not wishing. Frozen like statues; too late to run, too tired to crawl, too spent to fight; now mere effigies of a time gone by.
July 1, 2014
Full moon, Friday the 13th; I lay on the grass with starlight in my eyes, and in my gut, and in my heart. In love with a world that can never be mine. My essence comes from afar, from long ago fallen stars I will join again someday. Sometimes I wish I could stay, but when I look up, I sigh because I miss that vastness enveloped in that darkness that spans into forever beckonning me to float away.
June 13, 2014
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Ileana lives in Miami, Florida. She was born in Cuba and lived in Spain, New York, Vermont, and Massachusetts. She participated in solo and group exhibitions in England, France, Mexico, Portugal, Switzerland, and the United States.
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