I had a conversation a while ago
With a woman on the streets of Mexico.
She sold beads from her belt
And had flowers braided in her hair.
Her hair shined a million different shades of black and grey,
Each strand framing her beautiful, wise face.
Her skin glowed gold, shimmering prettier than any star.
As I approached, she said to me
"Hola, niño. Have you come to see the lights?"
I questioned her, as the boiling sun was the only light in the sky.
"Sí, the sun shines, but can you see the lights? They are brighter than the sun" Her broken English cracked through her smiling red lips.
I, naturally, was skeptical.
Her cheeriness and bounce was off-putting when combined with her talk.
"One day, these beads will lead you to the lights."
I bought some beads so that I could leave.
I felt the heat of her grin on the back of my neck as I walked away.
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Years later, I walked those same streets of Mexico.
I saw a remarkably beautiful young woman
With an old, worn, brown belt
Selling colourful beads.
I asked her why a woman and gorgeous as her was on the streets marketing necklaces and strings.
"Have you come to see the lights?" She grinned a smile as hot as the sun.
I told her that I was not.
She laughed at me and she said,
"Oh, yes, you are."
She grinned at me and danced around me, enchanting me.
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I am older now.
I am in love with the black haired woman.
She is my world.
With her, I created a child
So precious and so beautiful that I cry when I see her.
When I look at her,
I see irises bluer than the beads
And I see a light in her eyes that no star can ever rival.
I remember that one day
That I walked down the streets of Mexico, looking for nothing.
There, I found a light
That warms this home
And melts my heart.