Cementerio de Santa Maria Magdelena de Pazzis
Viejo San Juan, Puerto Rico
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Goodbye
Goodbye
1.
in the green
green
of July you
drive
curves among
the hills
each twist
intimately your's
in the
twilight
this is a
journey of longing
to touch the
past once more
and still
leap forward
blindly into
the arms of a lover
you dream
lifts you
above this
ancient ground
as night
slips along the horizon
you whisper
her name
touching your
fingers to your lips
in a familiar
gesture
you believe
she calls your name
in this way
each night
at the ocean
distance
wavers then opens
like eyes
2.
tomorrow
you will
touch each place
each memory
in a country
you will
never return to alone
the breath of
your childhood
pulsing in
your ears
as you step
tentatively
beyond this
moment
small
goodbyes tug at you
as you excuse
yourself
in a present
tense
for all the
entwined unbearable
histories
days years spent
and now lost
you remind
yourself
of necessity
this impulse
toward a
dream of a woman
who refuses
to allow distance
the
synchronicity of hearts
along an
expanse of time
she calls to
you on the tide
as you turn
to leave
you also
begin to come home
Avalon
Avalon
In
this white white house
on
the edge of the Atlantic
a
voice runs along my skin
trembling
at the texture
of
a woman you waited
ten
years to touch
slow
samba of the heart
as
you sleep dream
of
your life on this
bright
side of ocean
inevitable
calm
surrounds
you, I come
out
of the wind moist
with
ocean in my hair
to
find you to lay
my
head in your lap
the
heat of your hand
on
my face
stars
in the mist
on
the shore moonlight
barefoot
on the terrace
the
soft of this moment
of
this all
overwhelms
swirls
around us
you
asleep in a blue chair
and
I whispering to the moon
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