Saturday, December 24, 2011

When a Tanguero Falls in Love



The Harbor

When I discovered the harbor of your heart,
It was after a long voyage from across the ocean,
I did not know I was even getting close to discovering you
Until I first spotted gulls that guided me
To the continent of your character.

I saw your smile, a waterfall on your coastline,
And the sound of its soothing power
Was the first time I heard your voice.
On I sailed and I saw the curves of your mountains,
The flowing rivers of your long hair.

Suddenly a breath-robbing view overtook me –
Your harbor, your heart.
I felt immediately safe there.
I could see your harbor had no hidden shoals,
No murky waters and unknown dangers.

Your harbor is clear.
I can see to the bottom.
I am hypnotized by the playfulness
Of the dolphins that play in the waters of your soul.
I see that they are your youthful spontaneity.

Your harbor lulls me with waves of hope.
Your harbor is my place of refuge,
A weary vagabond sailor on a ship,
Once a captain, but now alone, afloat,
With tattered sails and no crew.


When I discovered the harbor of you heart,
I watched in wonder, and then impulsively,
I dove into the waters of your soul,
And played with the dolphins.
I was not a Cortez who came to conquer a continent.

Your continent, waterfalls, terrain, rivers, clear waters –
And especially your harbor – conquered me.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love it.