THAT I WOULD BE GOOD / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo

I pronounce your name
in the dark nights
when the stars come
to drink on the moon
and the branches sleep
the hidden fronds.

And I feel hollow
of passion and music,
crazy clock that sings
dead hours old.

I pronounce your name
in this dark night
and your name sounds
more distant than ever.

More distant than all the stars
and more bereaved than the gentle rain.

I will love you like then
some time? What fault
is in my heart?

If the mist dissipates
what other passions await me?
will it be quiet and pure?
if my fingers could
pluck the moon!

December 4, 2010