When the blue jacaranda mocked the sky
Sleep bound was she, the drowsy brilliance
below the whispering branch.
Her Caño Cristales hair,
strewn amongst wild blue and green;
Partially over her wanderer, like a warm
crash of wave.
"Your laurel tells of death
but I still need you."
And he,understanding, wept.
"Your garland speaks of the flowers, streams
and the meadows which is our home."
"Here, is where I still love you
this place, where arms renounce arms
with care, warmth and adoration."
"My arms tangle in shadows, and
my mind only imagines; night falls
on my face within the whirlpool."
(She in a dream)
"Kalypso; she cannot keep you.
Our fire was kindled
in the glorious Springtime,
and stays in all the places in
which we played. Wherein,
you loved me and I you.
The flames stay, waiting,
in the marital bed that you made."
-Once more, awake from the immensity-
The depths they spake in choirs
"Vast tracts of your life,
I will drown them before you,
in the wine dark;
like Agamemnon at the nave of Klytemnestra.
I will, make a myth of you."
No smoking altar, nor long dead God,
will extinguish the blaze that we made-
in the springtime, by the jacaranda.
No myth,of man shall mean
more than when I placed the garland atop your
silken curls. You stretched alongside me, arms reaching
out towards the warmth of sun.
Then spoke the words that set me forth;
They find me in all endeavors,
Throughout all trial,
Throughout all disaster, forever.
Those words, like the climbing lark
never waning,even in the face of Gia's
You followed up the noon,
with a smile, and you said:
"For as long as I remain; my love.
I shall be the solid earth, at your
Our embraces will be like the
who reached the love of land."