Portugal Fantasy Saudade

All those talks we had, your breath smoky.
All those plans we had to someday meet.

And then I felt the fear turning my legs icy
while we climbed toward the sky’s craggy peaks.

Were you safe didn’t matter compared to gloom
and encapsulating castle with weird turrets.

I knew you by the peeled bark bared to bloody red,
all cork removed as if we’d sip continually of wine.

I wanted glimpses of you in the twisting streets
along the cathedral, someone to make the world okay.

I wanted to touch your body however beaten or holed
to wonder at the risen glory of angelic choir.

I remained alone, quiet in heart staring at the world’s
star map, hungry for some distant home, just you and me.

And the children we would have had, all graceful
with the bump against wall flight, free from gravity.

How could gravity keep me among trees and seashells
among prehistoric rocks uptilted, among the waves.

While, you. You were you, husky with sorrow
but free within tomorrow and I remained today.

Such are dreams, carried by an aqueduct built
by foreign legions and crumbling to dust as we age.

Do you remember all those talks, the stogie’s curl
of smoke heating the breath and all the places

where we walked together hand in hand along
cobblestone with a ship about to sail and me?

adventurefantasyfeelingsjourneylongingfree verse

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