IN MY ARMS

IN MY ARMS

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Under the belly of my boat

the gentle wakes make sounds

and between the Gulls and halyards

I feel that my Soul

has transmuted heavens bound.

The pattering

of your thoughts taps me

like and old friend

with a hand on my shoulder

knowing that time

has made us much older.

A fog from the Cape

still rings quietly in my ears

and I think

about yesterday’s fears.

You looking outside a window

wearing a hat

its ribbon swayed in the wind

and I thought I lost my mind

floating in eternal time.

Never eyes so beautiful

or hair so glistening

the majesty of your breath

made me one with you.

Your body so right

adjusted my height to a door

I had never seen before.

Honesty and harmony

walk with you through this maze

through the thick

and through the rainy haze.

My lips hunger for you

whose impressions are sacred

and whose touch

alarms the horns of heaven.

A ships window

encircles the frame of your miracles

for you have blessed me.

Wherever there is sea

and wherever there is me

I will look upon you

and give you all of myself.

Even now the wake

is leading me to where I shall take

you in my arms …