Paso del Rey

King's Step

It's a green horizon,
of forests that get lost under the blue sky.
While they paint the morning,
two doves that love each other and you discover.
A scent of sun and mint,
and almost without realizing it, you take off your shoes, and the dew
caresses you like a child.
The one I was savoring honey,
when I was happy in King's Step.
Over your red rooftops, the remnants of my youth dissolve.
Sky of my spring,
pitcher still waiting, trick, broom, and musk.
I return to early youth,
to your crickets and your frogs, to the dearest friend,
to the wounded teenager.
The one I was, staying awake,
for a woman in King's Step.
I want to see thistles grow,
branch by branch over the mud until they bloom.
And astride a pine,
see the end of the road and forget who I am.
Even if it's just for a moment,
just to drink the wind, to cross the bridge, the river,
to be the skin of what I have been.
The one I was savoring honey,
when I was happy in King's Step.