Crossing To Costa

Where is my boat, give me mine coat!

I need to cross to the other coast

For my love has found rest

And is waxing strong like

A castle set in the sea.

A place where the heart would feel at home

Where my happiness would be fostered

And trust, bountifully produced

A place where the warmth of the

Te amo's uttered could be felt

Where the mind would make useful suggestions

A place where the soothing fibres

Of the heart would be used

To wipe leaking tears.

A shore where certain words

Uttered by the heart

Could not be understood,

But could feel their weights.

And I promise to release

The heaviest anchors of mine heart

With great force

To get a better and a firm grip

When I arrive on the shores of Costa.

But this shore I talk of;

Would not be real in the blur

Sight of a shaking heart.

And Oh!

This place I speak of;

Cannot be found on the Mountains

Neither on below the valleys of the Mountains

Nor on the plains of the earth

But on the beautiful Coasts

That lies in the heart of Karen Costa.