Miguelita, how long I have searched for you,
during the procession of Kings I witnessed
you ascend into the night skies,
and the fireflies
paused in their courtship dance to spell your name,
then, suddenly, a splendid rain
fell upon the consecrated earth
Miguelita, how my heart overflows with joy,
my words are perfumed with honeysuckle and myrrh,
the Harvest Moon beckons her child from the fields,
and the yield
of my tears and sorrow I pass to you for blessing,
oh, but the clouds obscure the sky when you are undressing,
patiently I will wait,
for who among us truly resembles God
Miguelita, no lloro' me abuelo,
my grandfather did not weep until your royalty
delighted the beauty of his heart,
and the sparks
of the firelight's burning embers circled the moon,
while you with your loom
created a tapestry of undying love
Miguelita, your faithfulness reaches beyond the clouds,
please may I in the absence of a loving one
take refuge in the shadow of your wings,
and may precious things
sapphire, ruby, pearls and diamonds fall from the clouds,
as you slowly remove your shroud,
revealing to the world your beautiful face
Miguelita, may your love be my eternal home
when you hear my heartfelt wailing please listen to the cry,
and when days pass me by
bless my lips with a kiss when I sleep,
beseech your Father, the Love Supreme
to bathe my tortured soul in peace,
patiently I will wait,
for who among us,
truly resembles God
*this piece was inspired by the iconic poem PESO ANCESTRAL by Alforsina Storni. The verse "no lloro' me abuelo" is derived from that poem. Also, the Psalms of David gave texture to this modest work. This poem is dedicated to love in all of its many forms.
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