Return

Over the great blue sea of mystery,
one more time for the ages, and,

while the past is a flood of smiles,
good wishes, people never to be seen

again, and the future holds rings, babies,
friends, laughter and music, right now

my mouth is closed, my lips are dry,
my thoughts in spanish, my desires fleeting,

my humor faded, my family closer
and that magnificent sea just a vast floor

under blotches of clouds thousands
of meters below. And to think:

to sum up experience, words always fall short,
but will have to do for the time being.