Key Lime

Key Lime

When whispers couldn’t count,

Dream for a while:

Brimming bottles of rosa vino

We could have drank on

The Beirut table.

Glasses filled by heaven,

These clouds are able.

It’s your incense, my candles,

The Oriental rug, and your

Smooth leather sandals

As you dance and shrug.

Every day takes more,

I take all I can stand

I bled on the concrete and I wish I felt.

I know the sunrise and sunset comes

In the frozen land, but it’s here I melt.

Your spot an inch below your ear,

My favorite song for you,

Our funny faces

We know in the dark

Sitting on a bench in the park.

I sit and sip on key lime soda,

So, I wait for the dawn

To reach my home. The quiet lights in the sky

They sing late this song as I lay me down in the

frosty lawn.

Poem from the book Beneath the Dreaming Tree

Greetings and thank you for visiting my blog….

Plaza de España

Father passes café con leche,

To the boy at his side.

The boy’s pattering, youthful feet

spread on concrete

Covered in mud, purple stained and

Smelling of thyme.

Imagine,

These small feet

Crushed the crocus flowers.

Notice their broken perfume,

Save the petals for another day

Plaza de España

El pápa entrega un vaso del café con leche,

A el niño a su lado.

El golpeteo de los pies

Del niño extender los dedos subió concreto

Cubierto de barro,

Manchado morado,

Olor de tomillo.

Imaginarse,

Los pies pequito

Aplastar con un flor de crocus.

Olor se perfume quebrantado

Salve los pétalos para una otro diá..

From Beneath The Dreaming Tree.