Esperanza

Esperanza


The Bay of Esperanza
In the Sea of Cortez
Has no fine beaches
But is considered beautiful,
Perhaps it is not.
Remember, we used to walk
By the Sea of the Pescadores,
Over the rocky shingle jetties.
The green-jeweled seaweed
Like wings quivering in the morning


And the waves rock the kelp beds
Like wings quivering in the evening.
The sea tangle sways and floats,
At one with the wave,
By my side you clung to me.
Now our love is over.
But it is considered beautiful.

Is it considered beautiful,
When now our love is over?
By my side you clung to me
At one with the wave.
The sea tangle sways and floats
Like wings quivering in the evening.
The waves rock the kelp beds
Like wings quivering in the morning.
The green-jeweled seaweed
Over rocky shingle jetties
By the Sea of Pescadores,
Remembers our walk.
Perhaps not,
But is considered beautiful
In the Sea of Cortez,
The Bay of esperanza.

Our lives fall away,
Farther and farther away
The ocean lies between us.