WHEN YOUR PLANE ARRIVES

I await your arrival,
and I imagine you there, there in the heavens,
above the billowing clouds, a captivating star
within the jet-black, sealed, and endless night.

In my sightless eyes
I see your beautiful face, a mirage of dawns
within my desolate pulse; you dwell in my senses,
for I carry you within me, king of my heart.

In my restless impatience,
I grieve your distance; you are a leaf in the wind,
you are my living sap, a fragment of my being
suddenly torn away by an exotic storm.

Rise again from the mist!
Let your silver bird come to rest upon the earth!
I shall wrap your wings of melancholy feathers
within an eternal embrace of roots and fruit.  

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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