Where Are Those Dear Eyes - by Vicente Reyes

Where Are Those Dear Eyes?

Love is yet a nightbird's melodic soliloquy

You and I heard in Spring in a sleepy city tree

By a house where the Summer children's laughter yet echoes,

Where in winter we loved on the hearth for hours

And shared tinkling clinks and tangy dreams of mornings

Yet to come while our prayers rose like incense.

Love is not where we went with others now lost

To the wide road of bourgeoisie beaten stops,

Where romance never bloomed and years too soon

Vanished like stilted rains after our orange sunshine tints the skies.

Love stays hot like the song played impromptu

In the golden afternoon when I wooed you and you

Thrilled me, wooed me, with splendid heart and soul,

Your blazing fingers keyed to my rhythmic breath

And my boyish emotions bouncing in my breast.

Your voice, which I adore, remains in memory

Sweeter than any merely classic symphony.

Oh Karla, beautiful wife, my precious blondie,

Your love for me stretched to forever.

So where are those dear eyes tonight?

I whisper your name to my sleepless pillow

And seek your big brown eyes when in astral dreams

I unzip the seams of the space between us.

Oh have you woken in the middle of paradise,

Feeling my phantom kiss like a vapor yet there,

In your delicious wine-scented air?

Lift your lips to blow a kiss in my direction,

Feel the light returning gently my affection.

Vicente Reyes

Spring 1996

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