Return
The lush grass hid my footprints
hungry eyes observed the horizon
for the dust bowl steadily rising
upward to the void, there
where the pain of loneliness stood
forever guarding our precious secrets
our thirsty lips yearned
for the cool kiss of water and
I waited behind the honeysuckle
that surrounded the gate
I hid trying to see your smile
this June that I returned
from the long voyage
hoping to find you with open arms
while the man with the severed arm
the forever guard of the ideals
we loved to the point of despair
sighed momentarily and
revealed to the women who
behind the unpainted window-shutters
cried for the hardships of life
that truly, not everything was lost
Libros Libertad 