These Words

The sky never looked as blue as it did

that day we lay and watched it together,

not touching,

but closer than we ever could have been.

everything we needed to say

was spoken in silence

and when you looked away,

I watched you, and discovered the hidden secrets of your heart.

We’ll never return to that day again,

and the sky may never look so blue,

but I found so many things

that I never knew I never knew.

Longing fills her sighing

and desire fills her eyes.

Her lips taste like the morning

and the nighttime fills her thighs.

She speaks in words of winter

and the springtime is her touch,

with a walk like summer weather

she has a hypnotizing clutch.

I long for her forever,

but her nature is not so,

for like the changing weather,

she always has somewhere to go.

When the wind swirls around you,

caressing your skin with its gentle touch,

do you think of me?

Although the breeze whispers sweetly in your ear,

do you wish it were my voice instead

whispering promises of forever,

of always?

When the chill invades your bones

and you feel as though the spring warmth

was just your imagination,

do you wonder when it was

that you fell in love with what you once had?

What is the heart, but a mass of handprints and fingerprints

Forever etched into your soul,

A map of the people who have touched you,

Who have made you who you are?

And what is the heart, but a guide to love,

A guide that irrationally leads you down a winding,

Painful, joyous path of sunshine and storms?

And what is the heart, but the memories you hold closest,

That you remember dearly,

The moments, good and bad,

Happy and sad, that stay with you as time passes you by?

What is the heart, but the history of your life?

I share my heart with you, because what is the heart

But something to be given,

And something to be received?

Remember when you were a child?

When laughter was your constant soundtrack

And smiles were never rare?

The days in the first grade

At snack time when you gave someone your Oreos for their carrot sticks,

Clearly not a fair trade,

But you understood in your universal first grade language that it meant

“Let’s be friends.”

And so you were.

Remember simple?

When love was as easy as playing tag on the playground,

“Tag, you’re it!”

As if your hand were Cupid’s bow, and your touch his arrow.

You never worried about tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow was just a song that funny little redhead girl sang in that movie.

You didn’t fear the hand of death, then.

The only things you were scared of

Were the monsters under your bed at night,

And the vegetables that somehow managed to appear on your dinner plate every night

Even though you’d explained to your mom a million times how much you hated them.

When did we lose our innocence,

And why?

When did fear start to control our actions

instead of love?

Remember when you were a child?

Didn’t you just love it?

Won’t you go back to being a child with me?

It was almost like a Cinderella story

The way they held their breath

So they could hear when the ticking of the clock struck twelve.

It was almost like a Cinderella story, but not really,

Because Cinderella’s time ran out at midnight,

But at midnight, their time was just beginning.

Midnight, and their jail sentence would be over,

A sentence so long served by the innocent.

Suddenly, they who had been rendered mute for so long would be able to cry out

And let their voice ring loud and true,

So they waited, tense, and counted down the unbearably long seconds.

It was almost like a Cinderella story,

But not really because Cinderella forgot to look at the clock,

But their eyes remained glued to its face,

Never daring to even blink an eye for fear that

If they didn’t keep watch, the second hand would never make it back home.

If they didn’t keep watch, they thought, the moment would pass them by

Unnoticed,

Uncelebrated.

It was almost like a Cinderella story, but not really

Because when midnight came they cried tears of joy

Instead of silent tears of pain.

Instead of retreating back into the unknown,

They stripped off their costumes, daring to show their true identity.

It was a lot like a Cinderella story, I suppose

Because it ended

Happily

Ever

After.

First they asked us what we carried with us,

And then they asked us what we carried back.

I thought I knew, thought I had it down,

Thought I kept track of everything that made its way into my allotted 100 pounds.

My shoes, my socks, my sweaters and shirts…

So where did this homesickness come from?

A homesickness for a non-native land,

A place where I arrived as a stranger.

When did it slip into my bags, unnoticed by my eye?

How did the heaviness I feel in my heart remain undetected by the scales

So sensitive to a penny’s touch?

The Things They Carried were many,

But the things I carried were heavy,

And they wet my cheeks with salty tears.

Quiero ver la luna española,

Quiero estar en mi hogar.

Let the dawn of day awake you

With her brightly shining sun,

Let the drops of dew reflect the light

Of your new day just begun.

Let the dawn of day awake you

And her cool breeze fill your lungs,

Let the sparrows perch upon your ledge

With a melody so sweetly sung.

Let the dawn of day awake you,

And may she bring to you a smile,

Let the dawn of day awake you

And may she wake you all the while.

Hush, little child, everything will be alright,

Close your eyes and forget about your fright.

Look up high into the big sky above,

And think of all the people with hearts full of love.

Hush, little child, everything will be okay,

The world will be filled with peace one day.

When you rest your head and close your eyes each night,

Pray that the people of this world will see the light.

Hush, little child, everything will be fine,

Open up your ears and hear these words of mine.

Go out into the world with a smile so sweet

And give a little hope to every person that you meet.

Hush, little child, everything will be alright,

Peace will fill the world one day.

Quiero sentir la suavidad de tu piel en mi piel,

Y tocar tus labios con los míos.

Quiero respirar tu aliento dulce

Y escuchar millones de tus palabras bellas.

Sin ti, soy incompleta,

Pero contigo soy perfecta.

Déjame amarte, cariño,

Déjame amarte y ver toda la belleza en ti.

Déjame completar tu corazón roto,

Como me has completado el mío.