I keep walking
\ncarrying you in my thoughts
\nI feel I am walking up a mountain,
\ncome my son
\nlet your heart be as the cactus
\nwith its spikes
\nprotruding from the crusty dirt
\noffer the world your bouquet of thorns,
\nyour heart reddens the dirt
\nwhen you touch the world.<\/p>\n
Walk more, walk with me Joaquin,
\nlet your lungs acclimate to the air
\nuntil your body begins its quiet song
\nwithout singing without words
\nmoving in tune to the silence of the land
\nas you grieve a sweet sadness of missing your mother,
\nfor how badly the world treated you.<\/p>\n
I keep walking
\ncarrying you in my thoughts
\nI feel I am walking up a mountain
\nsee the old black cedars
\nthat have lived for 500 years
\ndecaying in their own glory
\nlike candle wicks on a chapel altar
\nslowly smolder back
\nto their dark grief
\nlet your grief be as such my son,
\nburn bright your grief before all the saints.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I keep walking carrying you in my thoughts I feel I am walking up a mountain, come my son let your heart be as the cactus with its spikes protruding from the crusty dirt offer the world your bouquet of thorns, your heart reddens the dirt when you touch the world. Walk more, walk with…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":323,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[10],"coauthors":[274],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n