Storm

See so softly, soul of silence,

how she leaves you, how she's sailing

when the sea with unseen violence

speaks the secrets of the past.

Fast as thunderbolt in open

spaces, the waves -fast comes, fast broken-

flows with fangs that bites the wooden

ship who takes her far from you.

See so sadly, weeping warrior,

there is rain, but there's not rainbow:

she's now leaving, she won't back to

be with you. She won't come back.

The fait's lost, the hope is stormy,

 the wind screams and licks with fury,

and the lighthouse now is burned.

The only light comes from the sparks.

Dark's the wather, there no matters

what you wish, you won't see her.

The close rain and the brave waves

hide her of your lovely view.

She, so lonely, lost at darkness,

looks beside searching the pier;

won't return from ocean's travel,

she'll be killed by Hurricane.

Carlos Aguilar Esparza