Oh, the blue southern sky
can't help wondering why
if you love us, you've chosen to roam:
and the birds in the square
sing, because you're not there,
"Katy, Katy, come home!"
The Plaza Socorro
is shrouded in sorrow,
and the glitter is gone from its dome:
they sing in Faustino's
and the tavern of Kino's,
"Come home, Katy, come home!"
We've got wine that's as good
as the summer's rich blood,
and the smell of the campo's sweet loam:
hay bromas, abrazos
y piropotazos:
Katy, Katy, come home!
There's the tang of new mosto
in the heat of agosto,
and San Miguel's icy white foam:
when forest owls call,
my voice is shrillest of all -
Come home, Katy, come home!
Categories:
shrillest, nostalgia,
Form: Ballad
Your loudest,
shrillest
protest
will go unheeded
by the world.
But whisper your longing
to Him
in quiet persistence.
Meditate.
And every soul
will hear you.
Categories:
shrillest, introspection, words,
Form: Free verse