THE WOMAN WHO GROWS THE NEW WORLD

What can be said of the woman
The one who can grow the new world
By her touch, the moonflowers blossom
Her song calls the little blue birds

When I think of my mother
The golden sun shines in my eyes
Marigolds and orange blossoms
A love, so bright and alive

She dances with the spirits
On the beach, in the night, in the fog
She believes in magic
In saints and in ghosts and in gods

To the moon, she offers her worries
Her voice guides the golden sun west
In my mother's garden
The orb weaver spins her gold web

Her love is as big as the ocean
Her sorrow, so deep and so wild
She can hear Saint Theresa
Singing at night when she cries

My mother contains every color
She sees points of indigo light
She knows there is something that guides her
Through the storm, through the fog, through the night

We stand upon the yellow beach
I hold my mother's hand
Golden relics begin to surface
Unearthed where the waves hit the sand

At night, we walked on the seashore
Jellyfish luminesced blue-green light
My heart came alive with the colors
Her eyes shined with indigo light

My mother burns orange like the sunrise
But her heart shines a brilliant blue
Her love is as big as the ocean
Her sorrow, so wild and so blue

I believe in magic
In saints and in ghosts and in gods
I close my eyes and see colors
Blue for patience and green for love

We stand where two worlds come together
Where darkness meets with light
On this path, we walk together
Collecting blue pieces of light.