La Luna Tira



Tonight the ocean hums,

3,000 miles away,

On a distant beach

Under an intoxicated sky.

She is breathless,

Jadante,

That is to say another way,

Anhela,

or yearning, always yearning,

For something invisible

Something unspoken

Beyond that violet horizon.

They say ‘la luna tira,’

The moon pulls,

And pulls

And pulls

Like a distant lover

Like a dying wildflower

From her perch in heaven,

La perca del cielo,

Her lonely seat in the sky.

She pulls

And pulls

And pulls.

3,000 miles away from you

La luna tira,

And I

Yearn

And yearn

And yearn

Along with her.



-JC