Wherever Your Dreams May Go

Wherever your dreams may go
of the soul or our desires
you won’t find much.

Time’s gold is lost to you.

You grew up with men
who lost their eyes and hands
and their bodies too.

You saw a lot of the little
that the tranquillity of the happy man can give you.

Wherever you go you’ll be
this young face searching
for her laughter and his hands.

That repetition doesn’t bring
what you wanted,
soul or our desire.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill