Letters to Isabel

My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy. --------- Dearest Isabel, In a few days I leave Bermuda and meet you in the heart of the garden, where I am happiest loving you among the daisies and the roses in your hair The air is dull until I kiss those sweet lips beneath star by star in the sapphire sky ---------- Dearest Isabel, I'm sitting between tables, staring at the hours split apart the shadow-wrinkled light, I don't care for the mysteries on these walls, or the cold meal on my plate, or the visitors that have come and gone I miss you beyond anything ---------- Dear Isabel, This warm orange breeze caught my attention and changed my thought, to remember the most wonderful day where I was sitting in the shade of the creek tree and your heart trailed along on water, sparkled like a star had fallen—I was in love ---------- Dearest Isabel, Everything pulsing outside this window reminds me of you. When I hear the wind whispering along shutters and verandas, the cloths on cafe tables, I think of autumn through your hair, envision your glistening pearl skin below the moon. ---------- My dear Isabel, I find your shadow along the mist and dust, anywhere I pause I think of you between doorways, windows, damp with rain and when I lean beside this bridge, I feel my heart plunging, my soul is a wave you catch with your arms ---------- I am mad with love for a girl named Isabel... my first, my last... breath ---------- Flor do meu coração, I will leave nothing unsaid, for even half a portion of your love, I will do battle— I will be triumphant as long as I feel you in my veins and know that the glory of your heartbeat will lead me home to you Yours, always Jose