The Boat is Asleep
Oh, faint wind, stop your breath,
I fear the waves may roughen,
for here in this moonlit harbor
the small boat fell asleep tonight,
its shape reflecting with a crystal clarity
in the sea’s diaphanous glass
you’d think the boat was dreaming,
exhausted by high waves and winds.
Let only our imagination fool us
and let the boat moor in diamond isles
and let it, in its dream, dip oars in sunlit skies
and let the world go by with no commotion.
I’m so concerned it might awake,
don’t you disturb the dreamy craft.
Go, wind, sleep in the fairies’ cave
and boatmen, keep on drinking in the tavern.
Libros Libertad 