The Bay Poem by Ivan Mauricio Urrego

The Bay

The ruby dusk falls, the horned moon sleeps no more
and there I stand upon the ocean shore,
pondering, wondering before you
and amid this infinite bane of silence
the foamy waves of the seas sing your name
and the sighs of the wind whisper it.

I have so many dreams within dreams
Many as the golden sands next to the seas,
And the crystals of my soul brim
like the first stars that shimmer in the night,
and the heavy drops of this storm
dissolve in that deep ocean of melancholy.

If I throw this bud to the sea
Will the tides carry it toward your dwelling?
Will I ever be the sire
of your dreams and your desires?
Oh! You my fair siren
still in my eyes a maiden, dark-haired as the night
that embraces the eventide of my dreary days.

Here I find myself on the shining bay,
On the edge that divides our entwined fates
in the midst of the oceanic haze
where I restlessly wait
and long in each growing day
for the graze of that livid skin,
livid as the lustrous moon kindle beam
that seems so smooth as the rose-red fingers of dawn
and those lips of heart color of ardent blaze
like the bloomy day of the sunrise in the seas
that girds in the middle of the earth.