She

She was the water, the air, the fire,
A rock under the furious wind
Misguided by the ill-fated love,
I was a Sailor taken ashore by her stream

On a tree she carved the happiest days
Of a sordid life led by deceit
My eyes dismissed her beauteous face;
But my thoughts were simply absorbed by hers

My whispers echoed in her ears
She recoiled: candid and ambiguous smile
That appeased a hardened heart
How innocent she was of the vices of my time

We used to drink a cup of coffee
On Wednesdays; for hours
I admired the bright metal of her soul
Out of her smile songs for children I composed

Michelle, from France, landscape from the past
That pregnant ancestors built and left
We walked on the clay of Pine Street
Two languages in the promise of the night

 

Copyright, Hugo Santander.
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